"The first and greatest example of poetry criticism, of lyric poetry in passive-aggressive narrative disguise and anthological travesty, this is an acutely observed and sharply pointed disruption of readerly expectation. It's like Patrick Hamilton re-written by a team from QUID on the body of Poetry Review. It's the desperately funny tale of an original intelligence on the run, off the cuff, on the sauce, and off the map. Shelley once observed that 'Poets, the best of them-are a very camæleonic race': here is the final truth of it." "I much enjoyed the antic dispositions of this totally bizarre novella, not excluding the pillaging of bits and bobs from my own output."