In Desolate Heaven

Edric writes a spare craggy prose . . . makes much contemporary fiction that concentrates on the urban wastes of today seem self-indulgent, sentimental and frivolous

Allan Massie, Scotsman

'It is extraordinary that Robert Edric's fiction isn't more widely acclaimed...true to its title this is a work of bleak accomplishment'

The Sunday Times

'The agony, the despair and the madness of war, with its troubled aftermath, emerge with a fierceness and starkness...a fine achievement, not swiftly forgotten'

Scotland on Sunday

'Like one of those dreams where you can come awake, and then fall asleep and continue where you left off'

The Times

'I would defy anyone not to sit down and read to the end'

Literary Review