An extraordinary writer, in the family of Kafka and Bruno Schulz. A short life, overwhelmed by disease; a small--but great--magical work. Hallucinatory, intense, and deeply authentic, its literary force is fueled, paradoxically and not entirely, by an acute sensitivity and ardor.--Norman Manea
When you read his books it's hard to believe your eyes. The author of this masterpiece was a twenty-five-year-old already weakened by disease, but Blecher's words don't merely describe the objects--they dig their talons into the things and hoist them high.--Herta Müller
Blecher has often been compared to Kafka (and not without reason), but the strongest connection, however, is with Salvador Dalí. Like Dalí's 'soft clocks, ' everything here is about to melt. It is as though Blecher's world is always on the verge of ontological collapse; from behind the veil of things, nothingness stares out at him.-- "The Times Literary Supplement"
Sleekly liquid work, the poetry of seething matter itself.--Dustin Illingworth "3: AM"
This is, in any case, a book deserving of new readers, by a writer whose remaining body of work I can only hope will finally appear in its entirety in this country.-- "The Nation"