«It’s an unrestrained, affecting piece of writing, raw and honest and more truthful for its dignity and artistry... Anyone who has loved and suffered loss, or just suffered, should read this book, and re-read it, and re-read it.»

Martin Fletcher, Independent

«Levels of Life is both a supremely crafted artefact and a desolating guidebook to the land of loss.»

John Carey, Sunday Times

«While one might expect a Barnes book to impress, delight, move, disconcert or amuse, the last thing for which his work prepares us is the blast of paralysingly direct emotion that concludes Levels of Life.»

Tim Martin, Daily Telegraph

«Levels of Life is, deep-down, a heartfelt attempt to chronicle the strange journey that follows the death of a loved one.»

Craig Brown, Mail on Sunday

«A Taj Mahal made of paper not white marble.»

Peter Conrad, Observer

«Powerful and well-articulated.»

Roger Lewis, Daily Mail

«It is true that the private language of love doesn’t generally translate; yet how vividly Barnes invokes the power and delicacy of what is lost to him.»

Jane Shilling, Sunday Telegraph

«It is extraordinary... [It] would seem to pull off the impossible: to recreate, on the page, what it is like to be alive in the world.»

Emma Brockes, Guardian

«This is a book of rare intimacy and honesty about love and grief. To read it is a privilege. To have written it is astonishing.»

Ruth Scurr, The Times

«He writes with aphoristic simplicity and a calm profundity, without ever sounding self-pitying, maudlin or trite… Levels of Life is at times unbearably sad, but it is also exquisite: a paean of love, and on love, and a book unexpectedly full of life.»

Rosemary Goring, Herald

«A grief-stricken, achingly precise and bravely unconsoling exploration into the inadequacy of words.»

Metro

«An impassioned, raw insight into a survivor’s grief.»

Sport

«A confession of grief so emotively described that it leaves the reader cold with awe.»

Billy O'Callaghan, Irish Examiner