McKenzie’s Friend (2000)
I was on my way to nowhere in particular. I was forty-nine per cent asleep, but watching for a sign in the face of a stranger. I had convinced myself that nothing is ever finished. Somebody who is no longer with us assured me it was so. The forty-nine per cent, I decided, had shut down like an ailing machine. It was some kind of safety feature.
Chilly, elegant and disconcertingly comic. Rather like a collaboration between two notable Green(e)s – Graham and Henry – and quite safely described as original. LITERARY REVIEW
Davison shares Beckett’s knack for making the down-at-the-heel appear surreal. TIMES LITERARY SUPPLEMENT
A subtle undercurrent of humour – well written, weird. TIME OUT