‘Paul Glennon is a rare bird. You would never guess it from his photo on the final page of this debut collection. He stands quite ordinarily under a snowy spruce tree in what could easily be Ottawa, his home since 1975. Contextually Canadianized, he squarely faces the camera, quietly earnest and unthreatening. It’s a perfectly expected portrait of a fledgling Canuck writer – and perfectly misleading. This bird’s song is complex, refreshingly impudent and previously unknown.