PanThe Boston Globe...ambitious, haunting, flawed, and extremely depressing … The language, with its Faulknerian interior monologues, is predominantly idiomatic and fractured, rife with slang and expletives. But there are moments of beautiful writing … The emphasis, however, is on the bleak present of the junkies’ lives, where helping a fellow addict find the only usable vein in a ruined body constitutes one of the few acts of love … Even the Dogs is a thought-provoking, but not an enjoyable, read. Unless you have a strong stomach and an abiding interest in the lives of hard-core addicts, I’d recommend giving this one a miss.
