Hauled Head First Into a Leviathan
This long awaited first collection from one of New Zealand's finest writers reveals Iain Britton as a poet with a remarkable and distinctive voice. The observations are piercingly accurate, the images are visceral and lucid and the crafting impeccable. With a lightness of touch, 'The air is packed with the stirred-up orbits of people's faces' (Ourselves in Wood) and we enter other lives not as mere voyeurs, but as participants.
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