Over at the Tarpaulin Sky Press blog, Mark Kerstetter takes a close look at Chris Tysh’s Our Lady of the Flowers, Echoic:

We gain by this a taut, measured and beautiful poem constructed from the symphony of black, poisoned and rejected flowers that make up the living body of Genet’s novel, that are indeed the reason for its very existence. It is perhaps fair to say that Tysh has arranged the novel to play on her own contemporary instrument.

Read Kerstetter’s full review at Tarpaulin Sky.