Jon Stallworthy rounded the Horn en route to being born in London. World War II and his colonial inheritance informs the poetry in this collection. The presence of the past has also informed some of his best-known No Ordinary Sunday, A Letter From Berlin, and The Almond Tree.
Look he's dead so I can say that this was largely uneventful. It's also one of those frustrating collecteds which is actually just a big selected. It's frustrating because I think he handles couplets much better than most, especially in that first collection. It feels very natural perhaps that's his Owen thing. Elsewhere we have some brilliant lines but - and I'm being harsh - I didn't find a diamond in the rough. Now I'll take apart the cliché by saying it's not exactly rough I didn't find any of this Bad! He's even a good poet in his way ! But we had at best a topaz here and there & how does one justify that in 240 pages