"Mejlak is paradoxical in his stories, often flitting from one major European city to another for backgrounds while still keeping his feet firmly stuck to the potholed tarmac of Maltese village life, where time seems to have stood still. In so doing he casts a penetrating eye at life from the various vantage points of eternal love, pure sex, petty politics and friendship, bereft of the peace of mind one is hopelessly always looking for. The author reflects his society and this is indeed a livid society that may have roots but cannot decide whether to let them grow deeper or to remove them once and for all. Mejlak is a keen observer and a great collector of people's hearts and moods. He recalls scenes and events almost nonchalantly but remains amazingly convincing. There are times when he tends to drift away, ostensibly by way of showing his dissent or disinterest, while at other times he is clearly provocative and challenging. From huge respect to the readers, he sometimes tends to overlook them, so absorbed and so fascinated by the characters and situations in his own stories. His undeclared respect for continuity in life is reflected in his writing. His uncluttered style and a penchant for the straightforward give him the edge in present-day Maltese Literature."

Charles Flores, The Times