I confess to have struggled with Sasha Dugdale’s latest collection. The blurb praises the ‘complex and not always easy range of voices’, so maybe that’s what did for me.
It was, to be honest, difficult to see the long title poem as a ‘poem’. It seemed part play, part prose, part something else. Not sure what we should call that form – but personally I struggle to regard it as ‘poetry’.
Undoubtedly there is probably much in here of merit, but I’m afraid it just wasn’t for me.