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Anyone who knows John Evans only from his published works will be surprised by this new collection of poems.
I use the term poems as his "Acid Realism" rant against the "stale and self-indulgent" world of state-funded art and literature is more poetry than prose.
Evans's writing is as cutting as ever, though his attitudes have softened from the brutal council estate rawness of earlier works.
This is Evans in his bucolic habitat, but he is never far from the drab streets and the cruelty of hunting and vivisection. "You kill animals, don't you? Then you kill people," he spits.
Nor is he distant from the ever-contemporary themes of global warming, cruelty, the credit limit and the "war on terror."
These are poems that will stand the test of time.