‘If you like the structure – setup, joke, setup, joke, setup, joke – then you’ll love What We’re Teaching Our Sons. If you don’t, well, there’s still plenty to occupy your attention, because the book is not just funny: there are tiny stories embedded throughout the endlessly repeated pattern, as if a Bridget Riley painting were populated between the lines with lots of Bruegel micro-portraits. The pattern is just the entry point, and all the little details and the insistent use of the first person plural entice the reader into a surprisingly rich fictional world’ Ian Sansom, Guardian

‘Max Porter’s Grief is the Thing with Feathers and Matt Haig’s How to be Human and Reasons to Stay Alive are contemporary counterpoints, but What We’re Teaching Our Sons feels highly original in scope … You start with a smile on your face and end with tears in your eyes. This is the way of this wonderful work’ Irish Times

‘Booth pulls the rug out from under the novel form – not to mention a card-house of masculine archetypes – with tender, satirical, melancholy ease’ Joanna Walsh, author of Break.up

‘I can’t remember the last time I read a book that so frequently reduced me to tears of laughter and painful recognition … one of the pleasures, beyond the wit and exuberance of the prose, is the joy of seeing a writer finding the absolutely perfect form for their work’ Luke Kennard, author of The Transition

‘Formally bold, funny, sweetly sad and fiendishly clever, Booth finds, on the journey men take with their boys, a small, fertile, hitherto undiscovered island somewhere in the vast ocean between Donald Barthelme and Nick Hornby’ Will Ashon, author of Strange Labyrinth

‘What We’re Teaching our Sons is remarkable. Booth has shone a light on the beautiful, flawed and complicated relationship between fathers and sons. I imagine there will be several bought, lent and lost copies of this book in my future’ Laura Pearson, The Motherload