This collection is my first Gluck. It is a very intellectual 'catch me if you can' collection. The writing is constantly going back and forth and hoping that the ambivalence will create something which ends up falling flat and feeling empty although in the velvet glove of a certain undoubtable lyricism. Gluck has a way with words no doubt but it doesn't leave any impact. It felt like reading nothing. The few glimmering moments were quickly undermined perhaps out of the fear of landing in a cliche. Ultimately, the poems offer a quick trip nowhere.