Fowler's collections are laced with unease. He turns to the fantastical to realize a system of karmic retribution. There is a note of innocence in his stories; though they deal with nastiness, they bear out the author's hope for justice.

Such a heartwarming and engaging story, with a wonderful setting in Hope Green ... It’s a charming and heartwarming book, that will bring a smile to every reader’s face

A charming read. Made me want to move to the country and buy a cottage with roses around the door

It was a truly lovely read with delightful characters, both human and animal and I'm dying to know what happens next to Joe, Sam and their family and menagerie

Like a plate of hot-buttered crumpets and a mug of tea - warm, comforting and utterly delightful!

An uplifting read, full of warmth and wonderful characters; four-legged and human!

Anyone dreaming of escaping to a rural life is going to love this. Pups, paw prints and piglets! A purr-fect curl-up read for country lovers!

Graceful [and] exquisitely attuned

Exquisite... captures a yearning achieved fleetingly in life and more fully in art

At its heart is a serious reminder of how too often history robs the powerless of their voices

Think of it as a socially-aware Goosebumps book for grown-ups

What begins as dude-bro send-up soon spirals into a supernatural revenge fantasy keyed to America's history of racism

A captivating satire about race and music

Both like a radical revenge fantasia and a stern lesson in radical empathy

Kunzru's awareness and discernment have particular value in an America of the moment where nothing less than the country's meaning is at stake... unmoored between the heart that's felt it and the tip of the tongue that awaits the heart's transmission, in search of a promise that's determined to keep itself

A witty, strange and often very moving book

Deep themes on the nature of memory, race and authenticity

A brave book and often very funny

[An] excellent ghost story... A mesmerising tale of white guilt and black oppression in America

A nightmarish page-turner... A disorientating odyssey through American history and a lesson in what happens when art is hijacked for less than noble aims

This rich novel embraces the Deep South, a murder and a wealthy family's dark secret, while riffing on art and authenticity

Full of verve and rhythm, White Tears cleverly skewers ideas about angst surrounding white appropriation of black music

A fast-paced, ambitious, hallucinatory mystery

Marvellous, original and intelligent. Kunzru writes like a master storyteller... There's simply nothing [he] couldn't manage in prose

Publisher's description. Electrifying, subversive and wildly original, White Tears is a ghost story and a love story, a story about lost innocence and historical guilt. This unmissable novel penetrates the heart of a nation's darkness, encountering a suppressed history of greed, envy, revenge and exploitation, and holding a mirror up to the true nature of America today.

Compulsively readable, masterly - a tour de force

Riveting from the very first page, I was completely addicted... A literary thriller and a timely, unsparing excavation of the very real spectre of race in America's past and present. White Tears is proof that Kunzru is one of the finest novelists of his generation...

Hari Kunzru is an incredibly versatile writer who is alert to the inequalities in the world... Powerful and complex, White Tears is a novel about abuses of wealth and power. Brilliantly orchestrated, unforgettable and devastating

Hari Kunzru is one of our most important novelists

Kunzru's engagingly wired prose and agile plotting sweep all before them

Elizabeth Strout's My Name is Lucy Barton shouldn't work, but its frail texture was a triumph of tenderness, and sent me back to her excellent Olive Kitteridge

A rich account of a relationship between mother and daughter, the frailty of memory and the power of healing

This physically slight book packs an unexpected emotional punch

A novel offering more hope

My Name Is Lucy Barton intrigues and pierces with its evocative, skin-peeling back remembrances of growing up dirt-poor.

Masterly