“We Never Called It Frisco is a mesmerising imaginative recreation of a lost time and a lost world—this really must be what it was like to be on the West Coast ‘art scene’ in what we now realise was an age of innocence. Among the many pleasures the novel offers is the narrator’s lavish and mischievous name-dropping. Smart, shrewd and vastly entertaining. —John Banville
“In a poignant attempt to hold a time, a place, a world all but vanished, Jed Perl writes an elegant, intimate novel of love and affection—a tribute, a retrieval, a resuscitation and reunion.” —Carole Maso
“Art done with passion, saved from materialism, and redemptive of life: this is what matters most to Jed Perl, both in his criticism and in this, his first novel—a beautifully besotted portrait of the American avant-garde. Perl’s metafictional and even metacritical novel is a wised up and poignant paean to the Bay Area bohemia of the 1940s and 50s, with ambitions realized and thwarted, loves lost and regained, art, dance, and youth’s ineluctable drift.” —Joshua Cohen
“This novel evokes wonderfully the middle-class bohemia of San Francisco in the 1950s when a significant group of people assumed attitudes which, in the words of one of its characters, were ‘in almost equal parts authentic, artificial, and absurd.’ The result is smart, thoughtful, and affectionate.” —Vivian Gornick