" Well, this is a genuinely perverse book. Thompson is so intent on conjuring up his phantasmagoria, he doesn't even bother to tie up the loose ends that most pulp authors live for. Which I like, weirdly enough. It keeps the book from succumbing to formula. He dips into a dark family secret at the beginning of the book, and in any other writer's hands this would culminate in a thunderous reveal, but Thompson alludes to it and then just throws it away. What a relief: I don't want a soap opera, I want a work that seems to surprise even the author himself. Thompson has as severe a case of tunnel vision as his psychopathic narrator. The whole thing is just a hopeless, mean, fatalistic mess. "
— Jason, 1/9/2014