From now on, McGuire will be known as the author of the novel Here, because it's a work of literature and art unlike any seen or read before. A book like this comes along once a decade, if not a century

Promises to leapfrog immediately to the front ranks of the graphic-novel genre

Exquisitely drawn . . . dizzying. To hold it is to covet it

All comics are somehow sheet music of time, but Richard's book is a symphony. I can't think of too many works that totally justify the odd share of attention comics have gotten in recent years, but this is one of them.

A meditation on "impermanence" . . . emotionally compelling yet unsettling

A gorgeous symphony

Beautiful, mesmerizing, a dazzling experiment in form . . . both bleak and vivid and more a work of art than a comic book

The concept is stunningly simple, and in laying bare the universality of existence - its beauty, ugliness, and mundanity - it is utterly moving

McGuire adds lavish color and some plot, but he preserves the captivating, uncanny sense of love, anger and tragedy flying across the centuries while staying in one place.

One of the most engaging graphic novel experiments in book form I've ever seen

Here heightens our awareness of how much has gone before and is still to come

Rarely does a conceptual work seize the emotions like Here. Every moment seems insignificant compared with the massive sweep of time, and yet the most trivial actions take on an aching poignancy

Almost overwhelmingly poignant. His masterful sense of time and the power of the mundane makes this feel like the graphic novel equivalent of Terrence Malick's The Tree of Life

Completely wonderful

You begin to appreciate McGuire's extraordinary command of history and pacing . . . the non-chronological arrangement seems faithful to how consciousness really works

A page-turning graphic novel… sharp, witty, deliciously observant and so exquisitely drawn it took my breath away. The perfect book for Christmas.

The visual and moral chiaroscuro of the novel, and its unflinching depiction of pathos and loneliness in the most and least privileged of social milieus, make it a strong contender, if not for the meretricious glitter of literary awards, then for the more lasting prize of inclusion in the canon of comic-strip masterpieces.

Posy Simmonds’s…line and way of telling a story are equally deft.