'Wheatley's
technical resources are an unobtrusive pleasure to read; he can
produce seemingly effortless villanelles, quasi-sonnets and loose
but authoritative free verse. Misery Hill is an engaging
collection.'
— Peter Reading, Times Literary Supplement
'This
is Misery Hill, a sad, forgotten Dublin street, hardly more than
a name on a map, and yet 'more solid than so many other ghosts'.
David Wheatley wonderfully evokes the spirit of place, the city
that once was, but is mostly now lost to time, and conjures up
a fair share of ghosts as well.
He
knows that all sense of the present is rooted in the past, in
memory and history, in the rubble of earlier times. Wheatley
has a talent for the line, an exacting diction and keen ear. The
heavy hand he shows from time to time is discerning, complemented
and disarmed by moments of strange and subversive ideas, by a
quick and subtle wit.'
— Louis McKee, Nua: Studies in Contemporary Irish Writing
