a skilful, gymnastic meshing of Emily Brontë’s obsessions and elements of today. Into the thin weft of a secure, middle-class, professional home breaks the warp of rejected yobbos. Their violence merges into that of the alien and inhuman Heathcliff....It is strangely but tautly written with tensions between the characters accurately and sympathetically observed.
The Guardian

Shades of Heathcliff, subtitled ‘Reminiscences of Wuthering Heights’