© 2017 Jeremy Chambers

There is something about the work of Jeremy Chambers, its gentle melancholy watchfulness, that grows inside the reader rather than knocking them over the head. No fireworks, no wordy dazzle: just the slow determined explication of damaged lives and thwarted hopes.’ Geordie Williamson, Review of Australian Fiction​

 

'an author not only in possession of an authentic feel for the ordinary but also blessed with a well-developed understanding of personal turmoil’ Eileen Battersby, Irish Times​

'a truly miraculous writer’ Philippe Chevilley, Les Echos​

 

'Turning his back on the preoccupations of most of our current novelists, Chambers taps into several rich seams...Chambers's voice is distinctive and individual.' Andrew Riemer, Sydney Morning Herald

‘There’s a lyricism in the language and a depth to the emotions laid bare here that’s utterly irresistible.' Diane Stubbings, Canberra Times​

'Chambers plays with the density of things left unsaid, with awkwardness and silence, as one would an musical instrument: without sadness, but with a hint of elegy.' Liliane Kerjan, La Quinzaine Littéraire

'Chambers writes very powerfully about the sadness of memory’ Kate Saunders,

The Times

‘Jeremy Chambers writes with a parched, tight prose. His words are like sun-blanched stones.’ Eric Neuhoff, Le Figaro Littéraire