Readers with fond memories of Newell's long innings as the pop poet of this parish will be delighted to find not just biting satirical verse but lyrical, reflective and personal pieces here – a range as broad and bracing as the East Anglian marshlands he adores. Buffs will tick off echoes (Larkin, Betjeman, Kipling, Auden...) but he's his own – Essex – man, cussed and tender and just a bit mystical, too. Germaine Greer (yes, really) warmly salutes him in her preface. He deserves it.
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