Is Love Life! a plea or a command? Or a mantra to stave off the panic of sunless Eccles van dreams? Or an exclamation of emotion recollected in the untranquility of a Promazine afternoon? That big exclamation mark is important. It's one third of the title. It's the sustained intensity of 'the infinite MegaBus journey to the world' of various Gareths, Samsung deletions and poems as messages pinging out between people (maybe, or maybe not, Lucky Pierre style). For all your life! death! love! needs, read this book. - Rachel Sills