"A jeremiad of great clarity and force that one might have called torrential were the language not so finely controlled."

-- "Salman Rushdie, #1 New York Times bestselling author"

"A rich and evocative prose that is also both urgent and poetic...Kincaid is a witness to what is happening in our West Indian back yards."

-- "Los Angeles Times Book Review"

"In truly lyrical language that makes you read aloud, [Kincaid] takes you from the dizzying blue of the Caribbean to the sewage of hotels and clubs where black Antiguans are only allowed to work...Truth, wisdom, insight, outrage, and cutting wit."

-- "Atlanta Journal-Constitution"

"Kincaid continues to write with a unique, compelling voice that cannot be found anywhere else. Her small books are worth a pile of thicker--and hollower--ones."

-- "San Francisco Chronicle"

"Kincaid...asks us to grasp the crime of empire in a new way, stressing that it can be understood only from a post-colonial point of view."

-- "Library Journal"

"Ms. Kincaid writes with...a poet's understanding of how politics and history, private and public events, overlap and blur."

-- "New York Times"

"This electrifying work is a new classic in the literature of hate--and of love, for a tortured land and for the possibility, albeit dim, of changing things."

-- "Kirkus Reviews (starred review)"

"Wonderful reading...Tells more about the Caribbean in eighty pages than all the guidebooks."

-- "Philadelphia Inquirer"

Kincaid's essay about her home island of Antigua is honest, sharp, and beautiful...It's the best kind of place-based writing: complicated and many-layered. Kincaid articulates many truths--about racism and resort communities and the things that visitors often chose not to see about places they visit--in a short and very readable book."

-- "BookRiot "