Not queue’s, in fact, but ‘q’s. Two reviews of two ‘q’s. Two writers whose surnames begin with ‘q’. Two reviews of two ‘q’s for you. Two ‘q’s for you, it’s true.
Enough of that. Here are the articles:
And here, for your further edification, are some choice quotes:
‘the real joy of this novel lies in the writer’s inner struggle; his valiant craving, constantly undercut by flashes of cynical reality, and sprinkled with the sand of resilient sincerity. And on top of all of this, there are some wonderful descriptive passages. As you might expect from a man who spent so much of his childhood messing about in quarries and studying geology, Roc sure knows how to describe a stone…’
‘Certainly not a light-hearted comedy of social mores, I’ll agree with that, but any intelligent reader will see that it follows in the great scatological, materialist and sceptical tradition of Rabelais, Cervantes, Sterne, Joyce, Runačzek and Ek, criticising as it seems to do the excessive optimism of those who subscribe to the view that the world runs to some kind of grand plan or pattern beyond our physical form…’