“Chamoiseau is an absolute necessity. In this extraordinary volume on the migrant crisis, you will find all ‘unpredictable brilliance of beauty’ but also one of our greatest living writers fighting to find, to illuminate, to summon from our political darkness ‘another vision of the world and its future.’  If justice had a Jericho trumpet, Chamoiseau would be it.”—Junot Díaz

“We are all nomadic creatures, and few of us can trace our roots singly to the place where we now happen to live. Today, perhaps more than ever, Chamoiseau's eloquent plea to recognize the plight of our fellow exiles is essential reading. This is an incandescent, necessary book for our heartless times.”—Alberto Manguel

"Chamoiseau is a writer who has the sophistication of the modern novelist, and it is from that position (as an heir of Joyce and Kafka) that he holds out his hand to the oral prehistory of literature."—Milan Kundera

“Chamoiseau’s characters are not only names but beings. Their conduct is drawn from the complexities of sensation rather than of action. We inhabit them naturally, their rages that roar like a rainstorm through a ravine, their sense of insult as sensitive as those weeds that close like shutters.”—Derek Walcott, The New York Review of Books

“Mr. Chamoiseau is a writer of exceptional and original gifts whose prose is saturated in a kind of bemused gorgeousness, fermented in a broth of unexpected juxtapositions.”—Richard Bernstein, The New York Times