Ecstatic about this review from Cindy Hochman in First Literary Review East
“Four decades after the Beatles landed in America came another British Invasion; to wit, the arrival of Jane Ormerod on the New York poetry scene in 2004, an event which was no less swoon-and-gasp-worthy. Suffice it to say, we Yankees are mighty glad she crossed the pond.
So, welcome to the Museum of Cattle, indeed. Welcome to a bawdy barnyard of a book that renders Orwell’s Animal Farm as tame as a petting zoo. Wherein our heroine, in the guise of a Cockney cowgirl, throws out enough red meat to raise cholesterol levels, while simultaneously raising the literary bar. Seemingly spawned from the loop-and-surprise prose of John Ashbery, with a bit of Gertrude Stein’s playful rhythm, Jane Ormerod adds her own fierce and urgent glossolalia. You will find no swaying grass or gentle heifers lowing here; despite the title, this is poetry drawn from the fist of the city, in all its swagger and grit and grandeur. Naysayers of experimental poetry be damned- Ormerod delightfully assaults our senses with language turned on its ear, and the result is a stunning salvo of sonics. Yet, for all her oblique bent and disparate juxtapositions, Ormerod sets a tone which creates a connective chain of lucid thought and meaning. Methinks that Shakespeare would say there’s a “method to her badness.” He would also, as a fellow Brit, proclaim her simply brill.”