[Solie's] always had an eye for the world’s “unfit, unkind, unmarked places”, and the Caiplie Caves on the Fife coast, once home to St Ethernan, undeniably fit that bill... One of Solie’s defining traits is her playful misuse of jargon: a mercenary is “self-actuated”; gannets are “frontloaded with military tech”. The moments of pure surprise that make her work such a joy are rarer here, but writing in Ethernan’s doubt-ridden voice (as she does for a third of the book) has inspired a new style, a lyricism of hopelessness and inertia that is, at times, desperately sad... Solie’s philosophy does not offer consolation: “Experience teaches, but its lessons/ may be useless”; “A loved thing shared and doubled/ is in solitude never whole again”; “we may wake more broken, more wrong”. Wry, clear-eyed and uncompromising, The Caiplie Coves is the most ambitious collection yet from an essential poet.
Dopeworld: Adventures in Drug Lands
"To its credit, Dopeworld is nothing if not ambitious. Vorobyov states as much himself, describing it bombastically as ‘true crime, gonzo, social, historical memoir meets fucked up travel book’. That is a lot to cram in. If sometimes he drops the ball (the..."
— The Spectator