Unhappy with Sean O'Brien's review of Jack Underwood's Happiness, Dave Coates pens a damning response, eviscerating the piece paragraph by paragraph. The whole thing is well worth a read. A taste:
The review is a patronising mess, a collection of unsubstantiated accusations and aesthetic prejudices, and it doesn’t take a clever Freud with a calculator to see why O’Brien has jumped at the chance to take Underwood down a peg. His poetry is barely under discussion here. O’Brien summoned the straw poet of his mind and set fire to it, all under the banner of a national daily newspaper.