The voices of humans and animals, living and dead, clamour for the reader’s attention in Meat Songs. Headlice roam their strange habitat, a severed pig’s head questions an undergraduate’s choices, and packaged meat products are ignoring the future.
‘What a wonderful collection. Visceral, beautiful, staggeringly original, and wise. The best thing I have ever read about ants.’ Emma Jane Unsworth, author of Animals
‘Like the beast-headed spawn of Les Murray’s Translations from the Natural World and Dave Eggers, these poems take the deep animal intelligence and tongues of our own bodies and makes them croon in the modern world. These love songs, full of the fears of birth and the certainty of death, are warmed by the need for touch – urgent sensual immediacy – that links lice with philosophers, cats with YouTubers. Jazzy; mournful; surreal; Jack Nicholls is a name we can expect to hear more from in the future.’ Eoghan Walls, author of The Salt Harvest
‘Meat Songs is a thing of dark wonder. It unlocks sense receptors you never knew you had and floods them with sensations you never knew were possible. In its foamy, bony, visceral brilliance, Nicholls’ ruthlessly remodelled language evokes non-human interiors – animal minds, corpse spirits, mineral souls – and charges them with a scathing immediacy of life. A funny, frightening, heart-burstingly beautiful book.’ Anthony Trevelyan, author of The Weightless World