In these short stories...everything is described, carefully, astonishingly....You never know what's going to come next in a Gass piece, except that it will be a surprise that bends the mind....This collection was first published in 1968, but it's timeless. It suggests the milieux of Edward Hopper paintings, ones in which the paint itself writhes under your gaze.
—Nicholas Lezard, The Guardian
In the Heart of the Heart of the Country defines Gass not as a special but as a major voice. We read about the becalmed Midwest, about farmers mired in their dailiness, and realize too late that we've been exposed to a deadly poetry. It says that America is lost. No writer I've ever read, not even Joyce, can celebrate his world with a more piercing sadness.
—Frederic Morton, The New York Times
The man has never written a sentence that isn't astonishing.
—Benjamin Weissman, Los Angeles Review of Books
These stories scrape nerve and pierce the heart. They also replenish the language. They are told sparely, hauntingly, with compassion and a remarkable exploratory courage.
—The New York Times
William H. Gass has recreated a mythical Midwest that overpowers all his characters and has a palpable, frightening presence...[he] makes us doubt everything in the story—Jorge, the Pedersen kid and our very existence—as he lulls us to sleep with his crisp, hallucinatory prose.
—Jerome Charyn, The Wall Street Journal
Omensetter's Luck seemed the kind of astonishing total performance that might not lead to another book. But this new volume shows a growth and an exploration of imaginative power suggesting that Mr. Gass's work is here to continue, as well as to stay. In the title piece, as throughout, the treatment of the relation between self and things is unique in American writing.
William Gass is, in his own way, quite as successful as Joyce or Faulkner.
—Shaun O'Connell, The Nation
[He is] one of the important writers of his generation. This collection...serves to focus the distinctive qualities of his sensibility and style...Gass is "old-fashioned" in his insistence that language is an immediate extension of human feeling and cognition. But what makes him modern is how much he knows—like John Barth, Thomas Pynchon, and Walker Percy, he is one of the philosopher-novelists who bring a new intellectual power to the basically transcendental American sensibility. It is writing like this that will achieve, if it is at all possible, a saving continuity with tradition as it attempts to save human feeling and individuality for art.
Sentences sweet as Godiva Chocolate, turns of phrase so luscious they verge on the lubricious, paragraphs one could live on—anyone who savored the prose of William Gass will remember it with pleasure or heartburn.
—The Washington Post Book World