A marriage made in heaven, or perhaps Gallifrey. As a teenager Michael Moorcock was my favourite author, and Doctor Who my favourite TV programme. Why no one has ever put the two of them together before I don't know

Delicious. The modern genre's most original voice has invited the Doctor into his multiverse for an adventure sparkling with wit and peril... Authentic Moorcock. Authentic Who. An essential read

A combination of Moorcockian multiverse and Wodehousian Comedy filigreed into something magical and unexpected. It's Doctor Who written by the most important living British fantasist, and it's as good as I'd hoped, and much funnier

Delightfully good-humored... an authentically Moorcockian take on both Doctor Who and that most whimsical of themes - the coming of ultimate chaos and the annihilation of the universe itself!

We are astoundingly lucky to have Michael Moorcock. In his range, his skill, invention and his passion he exemplifies the very best of more than one literary tradition

Here we have one of science fiction and fantasy's most respected and well-loved authors writing Doctor Who. What could possibly go wrong? The answer is absolutely nothing. This is a phenomenal book - 10/10

Exhilarating, funny and deeply peculiar...It's been years since the Doctor Who range put out anything as smart and engaging as this. Fingers crossed it's the first of many such volumes

A bold, eccentric quasi space opera

The great Michael Moorcock has written a Doctor Who book which is like Burt Bacharach knocking out an album for Lady Gaga

This subtly unnerving tale raise goose bumps as the tension builds towards the menacing finale

Chapman deftly ratchets up the tension, pitting off-kilter emotions against a sense psychological doom as the novel builds to an unsettling conclusion

A wonderful novel which challenges your beliefs.

Translators give their wits and craft selflessly in service of others' work; this is a triumph of fidelity and unpretentiousness.

Tom McCarthy's C... a novel blazing with energy and, for all its postmodern ambitions, a rich, old-fashioned yarn

I surmise that it was because Tom McCarthy's C also hovers on an uneasy breaking-point, between fiction and philosophy, that I wanted it to win the Booker Man prize.

McCarthy's high-voltage writing runs through the reader like a charge.

New readers could grasp just how boldly he has tried to balance sumptuous period-fiction prose with a mischievous desire to sabotage his chosen form.

An exciting, revealing and touching story

The novel's interest (or lack thereof) lies mainly in its stubborn refusal of anything resembling a narrative payoff...I loved it, right down to the prose, which, unspooling in a vaguely menacing present-continuous, sounds like screenplay instructions to a set designer

A dazzlingly agile novel about the interconnectedness of things

Entertaining as well as ambitious

McCarthy's descriptions of nature and of the everyday details of the era are vivid, surprising and true. And while the writing is often beautiful and ornate, the story has a bracing, Beckett-like severity