The Café with No Name

How I loved this book! Filled with truth after truth, poignantly rendered and given to us with tender open-handedness. Seethaler is in his very own league, capturing a place and time that is ultimately universal -- ELIZABETH STROUT
Rewarding . . . written with an understated and elegant restraint that is no less poignant and powerful for it -- TAN TWAN ENG
Robert Seethaler has always created the epic from the ordinary . . . In The Café with No Name, he makes poetry out of the broken lives of the lost and disregarded who inhabit the margins of the great city and shows us how gold can be found in dust -- ANURADHA ROY
Infused with bright, beautiful glimmers of human connection, The Café with No Name is a novel as cosy and welcoming as the meeting place established by its protagonist . . . Readers will turn the last page feeling an indelible part of the community Seethaler so lovingly and joyously brings to life -- SHANNON BOWRING
A masterful novel about work and love, connection and despair, how we carry one another, how we transcend the days and the indignities, and how no life is mundane . . . On page after page, Robert Seethaler's The Café with No Name strikes with the force of life -- NICK ARVIN
[A] moving, charming novel about to what extent we must change as the world around us hurtles into the unknown -- ELLEN PEIRSON-HAGGER * * The Observer * *
Seethaler's story bursts with empathy in its portrayal of a found family. This is a winner * * Publisher's Weekly * *
Seethaler's literary preoccupations [can be placed] alongside writers such as Claire Keegan, John Berger or John Williams . . . Modest ambitions, when precisely executed, make lasting impressions . . . his latest fable-like miniature invites quiet wonder into the ordinary * * Financial Times * *
A gem of a novel, whimsical and bittersweet but never sentimental, with indelible characters and a powerful sense of place * * Kirkus * *
[In The Café with No Name], we watch as Vienna begins to climb its way out of the long grim period of postwar poverty and into something that looks, by the end of the novel, like the beginning of modernity - for better or for worse. This is a sweet book, but it never cloys * * Vox * *