" Imagine the concision of Penelope Fitzgerald, and then square it: thus is the compression of Garner's writing. Virtually every word is dialogue, narrative action, or laconic description. No explanations, no explications. Jump in, go with the flow, and see what happens. Two stories, one in the Ice Age, one in the present, alternate and reflect off each other. A cave artist and an astrophysicist. An ancient man (a Neanderthal?) who knows his place exactly in the cosmos, and a modern man who can't remember anything that happened to him before he was 13. Garner is sui generis: not "merely" llterary, not trendy: he is the real thing, perhaps England's greatest living novelist. "
— Cooper, 1/24/2014