Praise for I Was There the Night He Died
“I Was There the Night He Died is intimate, moving, and while the terrain is familiar, Robertson takes enough left turns and side streets to make it fresh.”
“An exceptional novel by one of the country’s finest literary voices.”
– National Post
“As befits a character who spends his days putting the world into words, the style is writerly, self-conscious and poignant —just the right level of narcissism — without being self-flagellating or flowery. It’s a redemptive story about love despite the prevalence and certainty of death”
—The Globe and Mail
“Robertson’s style of writing is exceptionally readable; you’ll fall right into this book. His writing is wry, full of a poet’s wisdom in its observations on life and death, and replete with a dark (read honest) kind of wit.”
“As Robertson ponders family and home as well as “what it means to love someone and to lose someone and to have to go on living anyway,” he presents an intriguing character whose very real troubles are offset by bright flashes of hope.”
“Ray Robertson returns with a novel that considers themes of death, loss, and self-harm, all presented with a folk singer’s slouched but sturdy backbone and a cowboy’s loaded smile … If there’s one thing Robertson gets just right, it’s heartbreak.”
—Quill & Quire
Ray Robertson, writing is more than a career. Beyond a passion and a proclivity, it’s a way of making sense of a world that can often seem pretty senseless.
– Post City
I Was There The Night He Died doesn’t read like a lot of Canadian fiction. It’s urban, has a lot of alt-country and obscure rock and roll in it, and it’s not trying to turn anyone into a better human being. It’s just a great story populated by some very real, very flawed characters.
– The Cord