Thomas Keneally, Guardian
‘To say Flanagan creates a rich tapestry is to overly praise tapestries. One would notice, if not swept along by the tale, that the allocation of time to characters, the certainty of the narration, the confidence to pause and then lunge on, to play with time, are all bravura accomplishments. We don’t notice, though. Flanagan is too good to let us.’
Shan Wang, Harvard Review Online
‘Richard Flanagan’s The Narrow Road to the Deep North has been praised as a “kick to the stomach” for its unforgiving depiction of conditions on the Japanese-run Death Railway, known to prisoners as “the Line,” during World War II. But it is equally remarkable for its depiction of how surviving Australian soldiers and Japanese officers live out their lives after the war. There is banality in evil, but there is also banality in heroism: The Narrow Road gives us a protagonist who bears witness to both.’
Amelia Lester, New Yorker
‘Flanagan’s tender, direct way of writing about the body is reminiscent of D. H. Lawrence, and some have found this side of his work a little embarrassing, even cheesy, but I’m moved by Flanagan’s sentimental men, known in the beginning as numbers and by the end revealed to possess secret wells of sentiment. In “Narrow Road,” Dorrigo is celebrated for his machismo and for being a paragon of his gender: brave, strong, stoic. Australians traditionally value hyper-masculine men who don’t expose their vulnerabilities, and Flanagan is deliberately writing against type. You might even say that he’s proposing another way of being, though he would hate the didacticism implied there.’
Morag Fraser, Sydney Morning Herald
It is a huge novel, ambitious, driven, multi-stranded, and unembarrassed by its documentary impulse. It is both record and tribute to the men who lived and died alongside his father, but tribute of the best kind a novelist son could pay - transmuting filial obligation into engrossing narrative. The novel’s fictional characters, Australian and Japanese, shimmer with life; they are familiar yet finally unknowable, compromised, betrayed, fallible and credible.
Ron Charles, Washington Post
‘What stretches the story beyond the visceral pain it brings to life is the attention paid to these men as individuals, their pettiness and their courage, their acts of betrayal and affection, and their efforts to cling to trappings of civilization no matter how slight or futile.’
Michael Hofmann, London Review of Books
‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North has the scope of a big and ambitious novel. It was surely a difficult book to write, covering so much in terms of time, geography, cultures, destinies and outcomes: both an important but difficult piece of Australian history (brave, but also inglorious), and a fictional account, to boot, of the experience of Flanagan’s father, who, as one read in the press, died on the very day the book was completed. (It is said there is nothing of which one knows less and that fascinates one more than the period immediately preceding one’s birth.)’