Hollinghurst is a master storyteller … thrilling in the rather awful way that the best Victorian novels are, so that one finds oneself galloping somewhat shamefacedly through the pages in order to discover what happens next.

Hollinghurst can make language do what he wants . . . It makes a lot of contemporary fiction seem thin and underachieving.

Dazzlingly good: the best new novel I’ve read this year. Once again, Hollinghurst is both utterly sumptuous and utterly precise

Mr. Hollinghurst’s great gift as a novelist is for social satire as sharp and transparent as glass, catching his quarry from an angle just an inch to the left of the view they themselves would catch in the mantelpiece mirror.

Alan Hollinghurst’s The Sparsholt Affair is startling, radical, embedded in tradition but entirely new in final effect – the novel that other novelists were all talking about this year.

A sweeping and intimate masterpiece, full of sensual pleasures and observational wisdom

Thrillingly stylish and gripping

But for narrative ambition and sheer comic joy, by far the best thing I’ve read this year . . . A novel with brains and heart and balls — the kind you find yourself wanting to read at two speeds at once: very quickly, so that you can get on to the next page, and very slowly, so that you can linger over each beautifully crafted sentence. He’s a writer who makes every word sing

Audacious, ambitious . . . an absorbingly complex novel reaching across seven decades . . . Hollinghurst’s prose delights

Beautiful; moving . . . he writes with subtlety and sympathy; wisdom and understanding

A highlight of Hollinghurst’s career, and one of the best books of the year . . . a true master

My favourite living novelist

Richly textured and alive with ironic wit . . . An ambitious novel of family, sexuality and art

Captures the changing nature of the homosexual experience as the country moves from shame and criminality to openness [and] dating apps

Alluring, virtuosic, cinematic . . . The traditional novel form seems as pleasurable and humanly true as ever in his hands

Deeply pleasurable . . . written with poise, lucidity and pathos

A wonder, full of wit and tenderness . . . there is no better stylist alive [than] Hollinghurst

Perhaps Hollinghurst’s most beautiful novel yet—a book full of glorious sentences by the greatest prose stylist writing in English today . . . An unashamedly readable novel, undoubtedly the work of a master

It’s not often that readers see such a fundamental rethinking of what fiction can do, and rarer still that the result is such a joy

The immense assurance of the writing, the deep knowledge of the settings and periods in which the story unfolds, the mingling of cruel humour and lyrical tenderness, the insatiable interest in human desire from its most refined to its most brutally carnal, grip you as tightly as any thriller

A novelist with a particular genius for inhabiting the past [and] an extraordinary gift for the condensing and enriching detail . . . Ravishing

Breathtaking . . . the novel chronicles a handful of queer friendships–the way they bent and twisted and sometimes even shattered, the reverberations of each affecting generation after generation of queer people who came after them