Liam Rector's Executive Director of the Fallen World is the irascible bootstrap counterweight to Fred Seidel's Ooga Booga. At least as well written as prose. Obsessed with status, and aware and ashamed of it.

Sarah Arvio's Sono -- I don't get why they put the 40 boring poems first. Whoever said hiding behind a pseudo-obsession with the alphabet is a good way to float by in poetryland, that person has a lot of explaining to do, or rather, that person we would be better off not hearing from. But Arvio's poems of regret, loss, and fleeting memories of excitement, those come from a well-regarded part of Dante's hell, and not ours.

Thin line between brilliance and tedium: a page seen edgewise.