"It works as a story of identity, exile and loneliness: Emmett Jones' own identity is questioned to the point where he no longer knows who he is: husband, father, friend, civil servant, or none of the above, just an invented character in some Washington dossier. Sweatman describes what it feels like to see a face in the mirror, and the faces of family, and not recognize any of them." — The Globe and Mail
"Margaret Sweatman outdoes herself again in scope and skill level in Mr. Jones." — Winnipeg Free Press
"Emmett Jones is a fascinating new protagonist on the Canadian literary scene." — Toronto Star
"It is the relationships between her cast of characters that truly forms the arc of this story, their loyalties to one another as well as their betrayals." — The Winnipeg Review
"... a hugely compelling tale set in the heart of McCarthyism, of a former air force pilot caught in the unflinching scope of Canadian and American governments jockeying for position during the Cold War. Mr. Jones is especially relevant today as a study on the expendability of Rights and Freedoms in the name of security." — Jury Citation, Margaret Laurence Award for Fiction
"Mr. Jones is an atmospheric tour-de-force." — Prairie Fire Review of Books
"Mr. Jones is suspenseful, evocative, and astonishing in scope. Here is communism as it unfolds in Canada during the '50s and '60s, the repercussions of the Cold War, espionage, and the explosive co-mingling of idealism and ambition. Margaret Sweatman writes all the dangerous fires — bravery, betrayal, loyalty, and love. Prose as lyrical and transparent as Ondaatje, as politically astute and fiercely clear-eyed as Didion. This novel burns bright." — Lisa Moore
"With consummate skill, Margaret Sweatman brilliantly replicates the Cold War with its pervasive atmosphere of paranoia and doom while seducing the reader's empathy for her characters. Her novel may be 'historical,' but it stands as a stark warning of the ways governments continue to invade and trouble our private lives." — Mark Frutkin
"The paranoid '50s cracked open in unlikely places. Sleek, believable — essential too, like the missing pieces in a long abandoned puzzle." — Fred Stenson
