Justin Quinn’s early 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. Fuselage is 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.
‘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.’
— David Malcolm, Nua: Studies in Contemporary Irish Writing
‘Fuselage is an important, rewarding, often baffling collection, a book I look forward to living with.’ — Peter Manson, Poetry Review
