My Goat Ate Its Own Legs

“These are not literary productions, these are yarns. Told in a conversational, buttonholing style, they tend to start with some outrageous hook: "During childhood, one of my best friends was a stone"; "A friend of mine dated Death"; "Met God's ex-wife once"; "The Devil is offering holidays in Hell"; "I knew a bloke who ate his children". That's not so hard to do, but what's remarkable is that the rest of the yarn is never an anti-climax. Burrett's imagination just keeps spinning and spinning, so that the end of the tale is usually even weirder than the beginning. Burrett's imagination is as fertile as that of Jorge Luis Borges's, and he's more readable, and funnier. These tales are as moreish as pistachio nuts, and much more substantial.” – The Independent on Sunday (British national newspaper).