For My Family
How then can I live among this gentle obsolescent breed of heroes, and not weep?
‘Judd tackles the horror and tedium of Ulster with humour and sympathy, skilfully blending bitterness with farce’
‘Brilliant, original. . the triumph of this novel is that it presents a picture of a man tortured by his own conscience and does it with verve, compassion and humour. I have absolutely no doubt that it will become a minor modern classic’
‘An effortless read as well as an intelligent social document’
‘A steady, ironic but good humoured view of the boredom, routine pettiness and privations of modern soldiering, punctuated by episodes of pure farce and sudden explosions of horror and madness’
‘Judd writes with the wry detachment of Evelyn Waugh’s Sword of Honour trilogy’
‘Human, sympathetic and engrossing’