a kind of review of a book of poems

Now We Are Sixty (and a bit) by Christopher Matthew.

I didn’t think this would be the first book I finished in 2020, but it seems that it is. Honestly, I’m not sure why I read it. I’m in entirely the wrong demographic, as it is aimed to the audience of ageing men, I have never read the book that Christopher Matthew wrote before this (now we are sixty, I believe), and I’m not entirely sure where the book came to be in my possession anyway. I just sort of found it on my bookshelf one day a few months ago. Regardless of these factors, I read the book, and would have to say I enjoyed it.

The illustrations in my copy by David Eccles were brilliant to look at, and I would rarely find a poem that didn’t intrigue me in some way. They were peculiar, and while I couldn’t relate to them the way a man who is sixty (and a bit) could, I still found joy in many. Here are a few of my favourites:

  • Clapped Out
  • All at Sea
  • Lost
  • Willy’s Wobbly
  • Togetherness
  • Eating
  • Spoilt
  • Instructions
  • Aides Memoires
  • Luvvies
  • Standing on the Pavement

Its the perfect book for a cosy afternoon 🙂

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