"Intimate and immediate." — Publishers Weekly
“The vein of grieving that moves through this book like a dark tracer runs purest in a series of elegiac poems about the death of the poet’s father.” — Tom Clark, San Francisco Chronicle
“Atwood’s savage, back-talking monologues have become her trademark…Her range is darkened and deepened with a series of elegiac poems about her dying father, and she, the speaker, the daughter, faces the inevitable fall into the future from which her wit and magic can’t save her. We know Atwood is a prolific novelist. Remember also her poetic voice.” — Molly Bendall, The Antioch Review