<p>‘Like Anna Karenina and Madame Bovary, Ernaux’s affair should be counted as one of the great liaisons of literature.... I suspect the book will become a kind of totem for lovers: a manual to help them find their centre when, like Ernaux, they are lost in love. All her books have the quality of saving frail human details from oblivion. Together they tell, in fragments, the story of a woman in the twentieth century who has lived fully, sought out pain and happiness equally and then committed her findings truthfully on paper. Her life is our inheritance.’<br /> — Ankita Chakraborty, <em>Guardian</em></p>

<p>‘Ernaux has once more created a living document of existential terror and hope.’<br /> — Catherine Taylor,<em> Irish Times</em></p>

<p>‘The almost primitive directness of her voice is bracing. It’s as if she’s carving each sentence onto the surface of a table with a knife.... <em>Getting Lost</em> is a feverish book. It’s about being impaled by desire, and about the things human beings want, as opposed to the things for which they settle... it’s one of those books about loneliness that, on every page, makes you feel less alone.’<br /> — Dwight Garner,<em> New York Times</em></p>

<p>‘Ernaux is an unusual memoirist: she distrusts her memory… Ernaux does not so much reveal the past – she does not pretend to have any authoritative access to it – as unpack it.’<br /> — Madeleine Schwartz, <em>New Yorker</em></p>

<p>‘Reading her is like getting to know a friend, the way they tell you about themselves over long conversations that sometimes take years, revealing things slowly, looping back to some parts of their life over and over.’<br /> — Joanna Biggs, <em>London Review of Books</em></p>

<p>‘Ernaux has inherited de Beauvoir’s role of chronicler to a generation.’<br /> — Margaret Drabble, <em>New Statesman</em></p>

<p> ‘Watching a skilled writer who was for years overlooked by the French literary establishment salvage an affair shrouded in such secrecy is to witness a literary feat.’<br /> — Kaya Genç, <em>Los Angeles Review of Books</em></p>

<p>‘Across the ample particularities of over forty years and twenty-one books, almost all short, subject-driven memoirs, Ernaux has fundamentally destabilized and reinvented the genre in French literature.’<br /> — Audrey Wollen, <em>The Nation</em></p>

<p>‘Ernaux’s writing, in Alison L. Strayer’s accomplished translation, is brazen and candid. Despite the cyclical, repetitive nature of events — the ecstasy of seeing her lover again, the dread of his leaving, the feelings of melancholy after he has departed, the agony of waiting and hoping for his call, repeated ad infinitum — the writing is urgent and gripping…She is a writer of rare calibre, a woman who writes with such honesty and, above all, humanity, as to render her work irresistible.’<br /> — Rachel Farmer,<em> Lunate</em></p>

<p>‘From the very first lines, we feel ourselves, like her, caught up in the vertigo of waiting, obsessed by the telephone that never rings, time that passes too quickly and the meetings that become less frequent. Love, death and literature are constantly intertwined in this story that plunges us into the intimacy of a couple, without ever giving us the impression of being voyeurs.’<br /> — Pascale Frey, <em>ELLE</em></p>

<p>‘With <em>Getting Lost</em>, Annie Ernaux goes for broke. The bed, the site of her pleasure, is to her what the gaming table is to the gambler, the bottle to the alcoholic, the syringe to the addict. The nexus of all danger. The goal is not, as she seems to believe and tries to make us believe, the necessity of passion: it is in reality only a pretext for her to risk her life.’<br /> — Martine de Rabaudy, <em>L'Express</em></p>