Amazon.com Review
Missing Children, Lynn Crosbie's first book of poetry since 1998's deservedly acclaimed
Queen Rat, is loosely based upon a dark e-mail from one of the author's friends and the first four songs of Bruce Springsteen's
Greatest Hits. In practice, however, this long narrative poem is more like a Nick Cave song: it is full of gallows humor; sleazy, sinister, trashy characters; and coolly rendered physical and psychological violence. It is also her most fully realized poetic work to date.
Crosbie opens with the e-mail that inspired Missing Children, which describes a man arrested for a strange sort of crime: "For years he'd been collecting newspaper clippings about missing children and unsolved murders--then on the child's birthday or the anniversary of the murder, he would call the family of the victim and pretend to have vital information on the case or to know the child's whereabouts and say he would call and tell more. And then never call again." This isn't quite the premise of the book, but it's near enough. Crosbie elaborately develops the figure of a man who is obsessed with missing children, collects their cast-off artifacts (mittens, McDonald's toys, and the like), sends bizarre letters to their parents about their possible whereabouts, and even organizes a soccer team for prepubescent girls--without knowing the rules of the game. She gives him an extensive and creepy inner life, a failed marriage, and a love affair with a waitress named Wendy who collects newspaper clippings concerning "what she called Sad stories about / the elderly." The display of cultural detritus and sexual violence is vintage Crosbie. Anyone who enjoyed Queen Rat needs this book, and readers of Crosbie's fiction will find Missing Children to be an inviting introduction to her poetry. --Jack Illingworth, Amazon.ca
Review
“Crosbie’s poetry cannot be praised too highly for its stringently surreal beauty and consummate kiss-my-ass class.”
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Toronto Star
“Lynn Crosbie is a poet for our times.…[She] uses language as if she invented it.”
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Vancouver Sun