Andrew Leggett's second collection is stark, bare and unforgettable. In these interconnecting poems, by equal measure serious and darkly comic, the ugly is united with the beautiful to produce a unique aesthetic. Popular culture provides the surreal framework for the author's meditations on death, loss and loneliness, creating a moving overture to playfully grim explorations into religion and the afterlife. "A wild ride of angels, monsters, slapstick and pop. In this not so divine comedy actress Isabella Rosselini becomes Leggett's post-modern Beatrice. A book that begins and ends with angels and recalls the spirit of Yeats' Crazy Jane: 'For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.'" - Craig Powell