'Quinn is a technically skilled and interesting poet with some very complex tensions to negotiate, which he does in subtle and fascinating ways . . . One hopes Quinn will continue to 'unpack' his intriguing baggage in other volumes of poetry.'

Justin Quinn's first collections exhibited a rare stylistic and emotional range in the way that they addressed their author's transition to Eastern Europe and the wider upheavals of the 1990s. In Fuselage he tenders his finest work to date.

As a convincing register of the modern world's concerns and ills, it welds the private and panoramic, the microvision and overview. Changes in scale and scope coincide with a startling medley of forms and tones.

From the luminescence of a child's birth, through the inflammation of political passion and sacrifices, and on to its spiritual revelations, Fuselage — for all its spins and turns, its returns and revolutions — is a book of unusual coherence and compelling claims.