Beautifully observed and brilliantly paced . . . a fascinating portrait of impotence and amorality by a writer unafraid to take risks
Once again he has skewered an age to the page . . . funny, sexy, touching, too, but it is the undertow of dread beneath the antics that makes it a serious achievement
Fascinating, compelling, pulpy - all you'd expect from a writer who just keeps getting better.
Rich in the forensic detail that's made Arnott the pop-culture laureate he is . . . breathless and compelling
Bristling with contained energy and generating a white-hot unease. Best of all, the novel rescues the 1970s from the simple-minded dismissal of the entire decade as a kitsch-only zone . . . as Arnott argues with urgent, spellbinding power, it was a decade aflame rather than just flaming
Undoubtedly Arnott's best invention to date.