is the private abecedary of a playful but serious imagination, a field guide to daydreams and frailties. It reads to me like the love child of Edgar Lee Masters's Spoon River Anthology and Paul Muldoon's alphabetical survey of Irish literature, To Ireland, I. The collection is made up, as its title suggests, of verse and prose studies of the varieties of humans: "Adulterers," "Bookies," "Couch Potatoes," "Defectors from the Freudian Camp," "Eulogists," "The Lovesick," etc. But earnest, typecast, de rigueur efforts these are not. The poem "Missing Persons" is a mad lib. "One Night Stands" refers us to the entry "Wrong Numbers," a poem that doesn't appear in the book. "Queue Jumpers" butts in between "Bargain Hunters" and "Bookies." "Identical Twins" and the book's first poem, "Accidents" are, beautifully, exactly the same.from The National Post: Gabe Foreman digs deep in his debut book
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