Some of the most beautiful poetry I have read in a long time (in, I might add, a beautifully produced book). Strange, gnomic, moving, unique, funny, but most of all, again, beautiful. James deserves a much wider audience; reading these remarkable poems I can see his appeal stretching from the more experimental sectors of British poetry (where he is usually found) to a much wider audience that might (or might not) be termed "mainstream". I would be very surprised if a better book of poetry appeared this year.