Magic at work ... Funny as well as beautiful.

Amazingly, the mythology is sustained in totally modern terms, desolate, comic and urban.

A piece of invention as original as any of Tolkien's or C.S. Lewis's.

Worth rejoicing in ... a banquet of whimsical delights. Each Russell Hoban book is surprising ... but you also know what you're getting, which is curiosity, wonder and a world-encompassing empathy.

Mr. Hoban is unclassifiable, thank goodness. His narrative is so minutely and compellingly realistic that after a time you cease to notice that he has stood reality on its head.

A story about the recovery of life ... Like other cult writers - Salinger for instance, or Vonnegut - Hoban writes about ordinary people making life-affirming gestures in a world that threatens to dissolve in madness.

This lovely human fable seems to me one of the best things of its kind - a fine and touching achievement.

Tragicomic pleasure ... Metaphysical speculation undercut by dry humour is the signature style of Russell Hoban.

[English Monsters] has echoes of Edward St Aubyn’s (more sardonic) Patrick Melrose series and Hanya Yanagihara’s (more lurid) A Little Life. It contains resonant phrases...on almost every page

English Monsters has the pace and intensity of the best kind of thriller, married to an almost unbearable poignancy. I've never read a novel as good and wise on trauma as it moves through the generations, but with such a light touch. There are moments in it that will stay with me forever

A slow-burn chiller... An intelligent novel in which the horror lies not in explicit scenes of cruelty but rather in Scudamore’s lack of squeamishness about his subject’s queasier psychological corners

Dark, tender, troubling... It is impossible to read these pages and not to think of the present blight of emotionally cauterised boarding-school politicians whose various pathologies, fantasies and defence mechanisms Britain must continue to endure... [English Monsters] render[s] the dense and knotted contours of pain and shame and guilt in the hearts of the victims...with commendable imaginative skill and honesty.

A very impressive novel. Scudamore lightly, deftly conjures the closed world of an institution in which the men who spin the boys’ future are both magicians and monsters. The damage of patriarchy plays down the generations, its story told by a young outsider who more or less got away

I'd like to recommend...James Scudamore's English Monsters, a beautifully written meditation on the kind of English masculinity from which out current leaders suffer.

Scudamore is skilled at creating atmosphere… A gripping meditation on class relations and formative friendships.

From the very title, English Monsters is politely merciless about that most English of traits, suppression. On relationships it is heartfelt and unshirking. What stays with me most though is the tenderness at the heart of the novel. Love we don't choose, that is just there; and how this throws all those loves we try to engineer into the wind

Scudamore has an eye for physical details… His ear for comforting platitudes, especially those between men and boys, is also unerring.

Reminiscent of Donna Tartt’s The Secret History and The Hiding Game by Naomi Wood, both in its anachronistic narrative structure and plot... Worth reading for fans of coming-of-age novels.

Scudamore is deft at capturing the way in which you can be drawn to someone despite knowing the worst of them. There is a bitter acknowledgement that monsters come in many forms - and many are difficult to resist.

Steeped in violence and secrecy… This exploration of the long-term effects of abuse…is both convincing and chilling.

[An] affecting depiction of the dark side of Englishness

A disquieting coming-of-age tale that, in many passages, unfurls like an English comedy of manners – only one that, at any time, can suddenly be darkened by long shadows.

Kafkaesque, unusual and packed with sex and confusion, this is high-end prose… Murakami is remarkably prolific… A weird and very wonderful descent into the madness of contemporary Tokyo.

Nolan's narrator rips and picks at the threads and scabs of desire, hedonism and self-worth... in this searing first novel, Nolan is holding up a fantastically intense mirror to her protagonist and letting us make up our own mind about whether or not we will look away.

There are flashes of brilliance throughout, reminiscent of John Berger.

Acts of Desperation creates an immersive experience of toxic romance through a suffocating and addictive narrative.

Painful, sharp and absorbing.

A reflection on compulsion, addiction and what it's like to exist as a young woman in a world that is hostile to you. Read the first page and you won't be able to stop.

Nolan...stakes out thrilling new territory in an intense, unflinching novel that is always intelligent and utterly unafraid of ugliness.

A devastating stripping back of the gendered and politicised conditions that shape desire, a revelation of the unnerving ways we are made vulnerable to others in unequal systems. Its crisp, knowing prose is unparalleled, its anger remarkable.

Nolan's intelligent, elegant first novel, a gripping portrait of love turned toxic.

The star feature of Nolan's narration is her ability to cut through received ideas about women, relationships and even rape. Her headlong, fearless prose, feels like salt wind on cracked lips. You wince and you thrill.

A raw read of vulnerability, desperation, and most definitely a new voice in fiction

A thrilling read...if you want a visceral, honest, unputdownable summer read then this is it. You'll devour it in a day.

A very elegant novel, with coercive control at the core. She has such a strong voice and not a sentence is extraneous

I read this in one go... I found it raw, honest, brutal and real.

Written with acerbic style and wit, this is an intoxicatingly good look at romantic obsession, delusion and desire.

Beautifully written…and the short chapters keep things moving at an addictively fast pace. Most importantly, it’s shamelessly real