Whoa! Jackie Ess's DARRYL is phenomenally daring in its honesty. This is the first encounter I've had in contemporary fiction with ... uhh, cuckolding as it's actually practiced? Like the relatively new BDSM kind of cuckolding that's social media-accelerated and weirdly evolutionary-psychology-informed and stunningly sad but troublingly hot in its brutality -- these are not your eighteenth century love triangles -- a big open secret of modern society. So yes, this book is legitimately filthy, for want of a better word; ex: the opening page finds our narrator fantasizing about Lebron James's rings resting on the nightstand beside his wife's wedding ring while his enormous hands ... Well, you get it. But wait. As admirable as I believe it is for Jackie Ess to sabotage the silence around this subject among literary writers -- who might never have caught up to Redditors et al. without her example -- there's a lot more to DARRYL than the forthright fetish stuff. The latter half is differently inspired and unexpectedly moving. Altogether a startling and quite hilarious debut.
— From Beau