"[Schultzz] has managed marvelously to evoke what happened and what it felt like to have it happen to you. . . . His political thinking wades hip-high through a swamp of mysticism and comes up muddy and bloody, but in the process he refuses to slough off any of those ambiguous perceptions that amount to honesty."

John Leonard | New York Times

"A more valuable factual record of events than the city’s white paper, the Walker Report and Theodore B. White’s Making of the President combined."

Christopher Chandler | Book Week

“It was a young Chicago novelist and writer for the radical-left press, John Schultz, reporting for the Evergreen Review, who produced the best book on the riots, No One Was Killed. Schultz . . . captures both the subtle ruptures of mutual contempt between the Yippies and the New Left and the moral indefensibility of the police.”
 

Christian Lorentzen | Bookforum

“A rich  primary source of an event that defined the course of American social,  political, and urban history in the late twentieth century.”

Christopher Ramsey | Journal of the Illinois State Historical Society

"Of all the book-length accounts I read of 1960’s political and cultural confrontations, none (not even Mailer’s Armies of the Night) is more lucid in its understanding of the torments and tropisms of the movements of the streets. . . . This is vivid writing that can stand as pure, suspenseful reportage."

Todd Gitlin

"This book is a gritty, first-person account of the events of Sunday through Friday of Dem Con '68. Though Schultz supports Senator Eugene McCarthy-running on an anti-war platform-for the Democratic nomination, Schultz's sympathies unite him with the protestors in Lincoln and Grant Parks. He takes cracks on the head and tear gas to the eyes and throat to capture sights unique to demonstrators...While No One Was Killed covers some of the blow-by-­blow political maneuvering within the convention...Schultz, advance guard of the put-­himself-there new journalism, realizes sides must be taken and lines drawn."

Jon Gugala | Chicago Life Magazine