An unexpected email today from the Poetry Book Society, sending me a PDF of the Summer bulletin, ‘with review of In Retail‘.
Really? I thought, we got a review?
It doesn’t say who wrote it, but thank you, whoever you are.
Treading the line between wry absurdism and abject despair, In Retail is like reading anthropological field-notes from what should be an alien world but is, unfortunately, our own.