Surrealism seldom seems as much like real life as in Young's hilarious and cautionary poems.-- "Booklist"
Confidently balances moments of absurdity against high drama and raw admissions of emotion. . . . His particular mix of the silly and the deadly serious increases the poignancy of the poems. . . . This book of energetic, chronic juxtaposition pieces together a winning, tinkling set of send-offs for friends, and for feelings.-- "Publishers Weekly"
Stretches beyond grief to portray a wide range of mixed emotions.-- "Wisconsin Bookwatch"
Dean Young's work, I've concluded, will delight only two kinds of people: those who generally read poetry and those who generally don't. The former will find a promising revitalization project and unalloyed pleasure. The latter will find, to their unalloyed pleasure, that perhaps poetry isn't how they imagined it. . . . Young is the architect of an amusement park, but he's also the mescaline-addled raconteur in the truth-teller's booth at that amusement park. He's both dreamscaper and landscaper, spinner of fantastic yarns and unremitting bullshit-detector. He's initiating protests with water guns. He's composing dirges on plastic accordions and elegies on toy pianos.-- "Threepenny Review"
Young writes playfully and snappily like the best of the New York School of poets. . . . he welds pop culture and surrealism, referencing Marilyn Monroe as gleefully and easily as he does Breton. . . . Clever imp that he is, Young does clearly relish the absurd, the illogical, the profane and the ribald.-- "Pittsburgh Post-Gazette"
Young has found a world vibrantly alive at every turn--and he has shown us a way to live in this world, in this moment, in poetry.-- "Rain Taxi"
I wanted to start by saying this is the best damn book I've ever read . . . he has such presence in his work; an articulate and eccentric voice, the train of thought ridden to the end of the line . . .there's something so uplifting about this work -- both cerebral and generous, playful and angry. It engages you on a number of levels, making for an invigorating intellectual workout. . . . Liking Young's poetry is not a matter of taste. If you don't like it, you don't havey any. . . . A subversive triumph of the imagination.-- "Strike Magazine"