pturnbull's review against another edition
The dust jacket calls this, "Film noir in verse." These are stunning poems. Together, they tell a noir story--a film. Separately, each is packed with arresting images and beautifully rendered language. Young is a master of the pithy line: "She split so quick / I got motion-sick." "My car, that dinosaur, / runs on memories," "I was wrong as a sweater / on a sheepdog." I borrowed this from a family-member, but it's a good book to own. Read sequentially, hurriedly, it's harder to appreciate the craft of each line.