"With his remarkable first collection No Elegies, Lindsay Wilson is working that old, necessary literary alchemy: in speaking so beautifully, so honestly about the world he inhabits, he inhabits us. "You are," Wilson writes, "what the paltry thief has left." Though Wilson is talking to himself - listing his own betrayals, mis-rememberings, and griefs - we can't help but take stock of our own selves, our own souls. That's not a word I use lightly. From front to back, No Elegies is a soulful book, suffused with death and jazz, sugar and stars, "lupus and low pines,/ heat and transience.""
-Joe Wilkins (from the back cover)
