In both halves, there’s a subtlety and an intellectual curiosity to Greenlaw’s interrogation of this most fundamental subject that belies the wrench and rawness of the material: through her use of form, micro and macro, she manages to exemplify both her father’s experience of time and her own... The poems, short and desolate, capture discrete, disconnected moments... But by building these poems one on top of the other into a coherent whole, Greenlaw overlays his fractured present with her own narrative sense of past and future... these poems range widely, taking in everything from first loves to working days...
Calamity: The Many Lives of Calamity Jane
"as Karen Jones sets out dismayingly early in her book, the only things that the real-life ‘Calamity Jane’ can with confidence be said to have in common with her legend is that she wore trousers, swore like a navvy and was pissed all the time..."
— The Spectator