“Lund is thrillingly original, a sort of hillbilly-Houellebecq, a mix of the cartoon character Bustenskjold and Thomas Bernhard, a Celine from Vikersund. I wish I could quote in its entirety his passage about Norwegian contemporary literature, surpassing Hamsun’s sabling down of his contemporaries (…) No one else in the entire Kingdom writes like Lund, every single sentence is both precise and offhand at the same time, driven by an unique, hammering musicality. Thure Erik Lund has written a momentuous satire of our time. A shot in goal from a sharp angle, without the slightest hint of an eagerness to please.”  Dagbladet

“(…) punctuated by snarling, wonderfully evil aphorisms of all that is wrong with our time. A book no Norwegian can possibly wish for, but one we all deserve.”  Dagens Næringsliv

“I have said it before, I will say it again: The dirty-surrealist-philosopher Thure Erik Lund (f. 1959) is one of the authors who makes my mind feel as slow and insufficient as it probably is. He is rough and rabid, complex and demanding.” Stavanger Aftenblad

“This autobiographical novel is so full of exaggeration, metaphors, absurdities, ghosts, satire and silliness, that the reader completely loses the sense of what might be the author’s purpose. Often the border between a sincere and a parodical use of the genere is deliberately blurred, making Identity a beautiful hybrid and a very unique read.” Aftenposten

“It has been said of Dag Solstad that he is the only Norwegian author who gets judged by the critics using his own authorship as the only reference. In Thure Erik Lunds case, I cannot se any other relevant frame of reference at all.” Klassekampen

“All the reasons why two people choose to live side by side, year by year, are depicted with rare nuance in this book. Rough, deadlocked and passionate. Is this combination at all possible. Oh yes, it is!”  NRK