“Dixon demands the attention of his readers and assumes their basic intelligence. His stories have been aptly compared to silent films: as in early silent movies, action, gestures, movement, dialogue are—by the author’s highly controlled and rhythmic narrative—temporarily frozen, yet never isolated.”
—Publishers Weekly
“[Dixon’s work] examines the human spirit stretched to its limits, ultimately justifying a life for no more reason than the fact that it is being lived. It is a recipe for living life on one’s own terms or dying trying. It’s what happens when homo urbanus tries to preserve a code of honor without a coat of honor.”
—Michael Heaton, Cleveland Plain Dealer