A triumph . . . Sad, reflective and peppered with unforgettable images . . . it makes us stop and take a breath. It makes us see the world afresh. Makes us do a double-take.

Guardian

Here Is Where We Meet is recognisably of a genre that Berger long ago made his own: the rich amalgam of novel, essay and autobiography. It seems very much a genre of the future. Where a comparable writer, W. G. Sebald, always risked a certain nostalgia in his invention of an erudite, time-travelling persona, Berger reads as if he is reaching for forms as yet not invented.

New Statesman

Either an autobiographical fiction, a fictional autobiography, or maybe a hybrid of breviary, consecration, and ancestor worship; in any case, quite brilliant.'

Harper's

Berger's clarity, passion and independence put him closer to the heart of things than many a more famous name.

Mail on Sunday

Poetic, philosophical and profound . . . One of our best living British writers.

Scotland on Sunday