Lucy Scholes is a critic who lives in London, and is an editor at McNally Editions.

"They is spare, troubling, eerily familiar. It evokes Yoko Ogawa's Revenge, or Jacqueline Harpman's I Who Have Never Known Men, occupying a space between dystopia and horror. The lush landscapes are haunted by profoundly unsettling details about the forces at work--'It was no good listening for footsteps, ' the narrator tells us, 'they wore no shoes'--and all of it a backdrop for endless questions about art: What does it mean to create for no audience?"--Carmen Maria Machado "The Guardian"

"It's incredibly unusual to find a book this good that has been this profoundly forgotten."--Sam Knight "New Yorker"

"Both a dystopian fable and a stealth memoir . . . Like all robust allegories, They grants the reader the freedom to imagine any number of vivid referents for the opaque."--Melissa Anderson "Bookforum"

"A creepily prescient tale in which anonymous mobs target artists and destroy their art for the crime of individual vision. Insidiously horrifying!"--Margaret Atwood

"Dick's lush, transcendent nature writing contrasts with her spare, elliptical dialogue . . . [it's] a cri de coeur against urbanization . . . They is a study of fear. Its disconcerting power lies in its dream logic and elisions--the unexplained background, the offstage violence."--Madeleine Feeny "The Spectator"

"[A] stunningly effective dystopian nightmare . . . Could there be a more fitting moment for the revival of Dick's uneasy little masterpiece than our own era of isolation, fractious culture wars, widening intolerance, and environmental decline?"--David Wright "Library Journal (Starred Review)"

"[A] disquieting, lean, pared-back dystopian tale . . . One element that makes the book especially disturbing is that "they," whoever they are, are not a government-sanctioned group like Bradbury's firemen or Orwell's all-pervading government surveillance, but rather an unsanctioned multitude, the strength of which appears to lie not in official mandates, but rather in the swell of their ever-increasing numbers . . . It's chilling, but compellingly so."--Lucy Scholes "Paris Review"

"A tension of glinting malice pervades the narrator's episodic travels . . . here is a liberatory current of queer and nonmonogamous love and desire running counter to the increasingly stifling oppression enacted on the populace . . . Dick's dreamlike rendering of virulent conformity and a quotidian bloodthirsty anti-intellectualism still resonate. A timely reissue of English author Dick's slim dystopian fever dream."-- "Kirkus Reviews"

"Eerie, atmospheric . . . The faceless nature of the antagonists--whose philosophy, goals, and power structures are unspoken--runs counter to other mid-century dystopian tales and leaves space for interpretation . . . Dick creates a pervasive sense of dread for those who give their lives to art. This unsettling dreamlike endeavor is a worthy rediscovery."-- "Publishers Weekly"