‘Boyle’s wry and wiry prose, an invisible dog in itself, makes an eye contact you can’t break and produces thereafter a quietly deadly picture of the viewed and the viewer, the destination and the traveller.’ – M. John Harrison<br /><br />‘Funny, sinister, thought-moving like light, subtly then increasingly terrifying. Its intelligence reads like relief. Its determination not to language- or life-launder leaves it and the experience of reading it clean and cleansing re the shining and the very dark and the strangeness of us.’ – Ali Smith <br /><br />‘Boyle has the playful energy and talent of Lydia Davis or Diane Williams, Eley Williams or Nicola Barker. His eye for detail is remarkable.’ – Camilla Grudova, Times Literary Supplement<br /><br />‘Invisible Dogs is a layered book. To paint it as one big Swiftian metaphor about the ease with which we accept the erasure of the most vulnerable, or a simple parable about the smiling removal of freedoms of recent years, wouldn’t be enough. It also contains satirical meta-swipes at the fact that, as writers, “we were all in sales”, a subtle portrait of the paranoia induced by surveillance, and more besides. Boyle has created something dread-making, with real elegance.’ – Declan Ryan, Sunday Telegraph