People, people. Read this book. Or, rather, say this book out loud. The poems are built of the language we Americans hear and speak daily, but Curtis gives that language a measurable pulse. His poems scrub away the sweet outer sheen of what we've come to call Americana and find a truer definition of the term, while at same time, somehow, hearkening back in spirit to what cultural critic Greil Marcus has called the "old, weird America." Curtis shows us a new, weird America, where Miles Davis could play for Barack Obama, where "good ole boys"--portrayed as part buffoon and part badass--fish barehanded, where holy men want to burn the Koran, and where we're equally likely to hear Vivaldi or Grandmaster Flash.