"I just love that record. It was so beautifully done on every level - the arrangements are really incredible. Her writing, the storytelling is wonderful - she captures these scenes. She has a very casual way of expressing herself and it's very romantic: romantic in a literary way, like the romantic writers. She uses these long descriptions and paints a picture really well. But I think what really got me was the arrangements. The arrangements are so incredible, they're so economical; every instrument comes in when it's needed and then steps away. The texture is always changing. You know how arrangements can be kinda blocky? That's never the case here. I think she worked on them with Ryan Francesconi. They're sometimes very sparse, the percussion is incredible. I don't know how to explain it… I don't know, even the packaging is beautiful. Yeah. Love it."

"When stories become iconic, you sometimes forget what made them so special in the first place. They can become the punch line to a joke. But A Tale of Two Cities not only has the best first line ever written—’It was the best of times, it was the worst of times’—it’s got everything! The novel has wine, guillotines, revolution! It has the storming of the Bastille! It has Madame Defarge, one of the best villains in any literary novel. At the end, it’s got a little romantic switcheroo: One man stands in the place of another and dies for the woman he loves. The first line is fitting right now. It’s a very have and have-not time. It’s certainly the most hopeful period for our country but also a very bleak one for a lot of people"

"Call it Extreme Southern Gothic, New Orleans division. The protagonists of this dark French Quarter novel are knee-deep in murder, torture, sex and cannibalism. The story is unabashedly grim (or as Brite himself puts it, “twisted, horrific”), but Brite’s prose is crystal clear, and his literate tone is sufficiently wry and ironic that it creates a sort of safety zone in which readers not normally drawn to this sort of stuff (myself included) can take refuge while they read. But even arm’s-length readers are apt to find themselves being drawn further and further into the story—seduced in spite of the themselves. Material that would be merely sick, disgusting, and unreadable in the hands of a lesser writer is, with Brite at the controls, surprisingly erotic and captivating. It’s a tour de force, in a literary category all by itself."