RaveThe New Yorker... a succession of nine quietly horrifying stories from a dystopian, pastorally radiant England ... The novella is suffocating...in part because of its odd depth of focus. The dystopia is distant and lightly sketched ... It is also disturbingly intimate ... The episodes in They seem to take place at different stages of the disaster; you’re never quite sure whether it is just beginning or hope is gone. The pages seethe with casual violence ... The book veers between the rapture of individual escape and the paranoia of being targeted for precisely that longing. They is dark, but the light never quite goes out ... The book is supple with dread.
