There’s a magnificent review of “Automatic Safe Dog” at the fantastically named “I Read Odd Books” by Anita Dalton.
It concludes:
“I get lots of books sent my way and I have come across a lot of extremely talented writers. I think McDonald’s writing is very near genius… this book was a revelation. A murder mystery, a farce, a romance, a sketch of a lunatic world, a glimpse of an uncaring and venal societal and the way that small venal sins can become mortal sins if we let them go on too long. This is a long book, coming in at 270 pages. McDonald got me hooked… and he kept me reading. I devoured this book in three days because the hilarity and silliness thrilled me as I waited for the other shoe to drop. I can’t remember the last time a new book from an author unknown to me proved to be the sort of read I simply could not put down until finished. Highly recommended.”
Reviews like this are like gold snowflakes. They’re worth keeping. We spend most of our time staring at the sky, with our hands cupped round a puddle of melted ice.
Jet McDonald 