Caleb Carr

Praise for My Beloved Monster

Exquisite… A lyrical double biography of man and cat and a wider philosophical inquiry... A beautiful book, one of the finest meditations on animal companionship that I have ever read

Kathryn Hughes, Guardian

Superb. Carr, one of the most clear-sighted and relentlessly honest observers of the age, turns his terrifying attention to the mysterious, agonising and redemptive business of love. It’s not just a book about a cat ...

Charles Foster, author of CRY OF THE WILD

A moving account… a warm, heavy love letter to Masha and her feline predecessors… Carr knows he must not over-identify with Masha yet the parallels are there — and poignantly told

Francesca Angelini, Sunday Times

Exquisite… A lyrical double biography of man and cat and a wider philosophical inquiry... A beautiful book, one of the finest meditations on animal companionship that I have ever read

Kathryn Hughes, Guardian

Superb. Carr, one of the most clear-sighted and relentlessly honest observers of the age, turns his terrifying attention to the mysterious, agonising and redemptive business of love. It’s not just a book about a cat ...

Charles Foster, author of CRY OF THE WILD

A moving account… a warm, heavy love letter to Masha and her feline predecessors… Carr knows he must not over-identify with Masha yet the parallels are there — and poignantly told

Francesca Angelini, Sunday Times

Exquisite… A lyrical double biography of man and cat and a wider philosophical inquiry... A beautiful book, one of the finest meditations on animal companionship that I have ever read

Kathryn Hughes, Guardian

Superb. Carr, one of the most clear-sighted and relentlessly honest observers of the age, turns his terrifying attention to the mysterious, agonising and redemptive business of love. It’s not just a book about a cat ...

Charles Foster, author of CRY OF THE WILD

A moving account… a warm, heavy love letter to Masha and her feline predecessors… Carr knows he must not over-identify with Masha yet the parallels are there — and poignantly told

Francesca Angelini, Sunday Times