Brought together originally for an exhibition, this poetry and art collection translates well to the printed book, reflecting on the pandemic years with Saunders' characteristic direct and resonant lines. Divided into sections, I found the Kin and Country and then the Rage and Grace most compelling. There's something about how Saunders writes about our world that sings "a smattering of sunsetting colour holding space for the stars" or "I bend to the ashen rubble of the earth". It did still feel ultimately, though, like a shadow of something else. I wish I'd seen the exhibition.