“I think it is now a single thing, as much a single thing as anything I've ever written.” — Thomas Wolfe, to his agent, Elizabeth Nowell
“Written in Thomas Wolfe’s characteristically rhapsodic style.” — New York Times Book Review
“Aside from Tom Wolfe (the other one) and Norman Mailer, no stylist today takes as big a bite out of the American landscape.” — Kirkus Reviews
“A type of drawing-room comedy with a sharp edge. . . . Wolfe’s tale, replete with his especially lovely language, can stand on its own despite a few flaws.” — Library Journal
“This novel, in which Wolfe’s host and hostess are seen amid an arty New York crowd against a background of Depression-era social classes, is a generally interesting, as well as a significant, addition to the Wolfe texts that have been appearing under this publisher’s imprint.” — CHOICE
“In his sketch of Jazz Age society as a drunken party that ran on too long, Wolfe created an image of undeniable power.” — Wilmington Star
“Stamped with passionate grandeur. No living American stylist, aside from the Norman Mailer of the beaten-gold Ancient Evenings, the far-out, fire-eating Thomas Pynchon of Gravity’s Rainbow or the other Tom Wolfe, ripping up Park Avenue with The Bonfire of the Vanities, has a grip on style equal to Wolfe’s fierce vision in this work.” — Chicago Tribune
