– Jon R. Flieger
A local author trying to bring some schmaltzy—if weirdly cryptic—poetry to a hometown audience. ... and it certainly did, given its unintendedly hilarious title.
It is a very small book, and probably unremarkable to anyone outside our little Canadian bordertown that most other Canadians can barely even place on a map. Our town has a very limited highbrow reading public that only exists in full for one week every October or November. Probably living proof that literary media is not, and can never really be, a local man's game.
The book also has quite a bit of black-and-white photography of local fare. There's not that much of it, but I would say it's better than my own urban exploration photography. (Even if I ended up coming to the technique by other means.)