‘In this masterly book, his first, Nigel Richardson brings Brighton to life in all its strange, paradoxical charm ... It is beautifully done.’
The Daily Telegraph

‘As effervescent as Brighton itself ... Richardson’s writing has now the restrained elegance and now the meretricious flashiness of its subject.’
Francis King, The Spectator

‘laugh-aloud, touching, sometimes mildly surrealistic ... This is a surprisingly ambitious book, full of good-fun phrasing and those curious factive fictions that lurk on the border between literature and human topography.’
The Independent

‘hugely entertaining.’
Midweek

‘Brighton’s peculiar genius for unselfconscious eccentricity, its odd mix of the seedy and the decorous, its sheer un-Englishness, was never better portrayed. The swerving, dream-like narrative suits its subject perfectly.’
The Sunday Telegraph