Being appointed Dundee Makar (or City Laureate) implied that Bill Herbert might settle into middle age. He rented a ﬂat overlooking Broughty Ferry harbour to write about his home town in both its native tongues. Then within six months his much-loved father died, and that civic idyll was thrown into crisis. Personal and political roles collided as referenda for Scottish independence and EU membership, then the US elections, signalled that the post-war liberal value system was very much in crisis. This is his Dundonian Book of the Dead, in which he explores both his own grief and the encroachment of a new intolerance. His town’s deﬁning modern disaster – the loss in 1959 of the lifeboat Mona with all hands – becomes a symbol for a world turned upside down. But while patriarchy ﬂounders in a storm of its own undoing, his absurd alter ego, William McGonagall, brings his unique tragedian’s eye to bear on both the city’s and our society’s efforts to right itself. The comic and the tragic become catastrophe’s ﬂotsam and jetsam, and the image of the overturned boat is reﬂected in the very structure of this book, with a keel-hauling of Dundee Doldrums for its climax – poems which resist any stasis of the imagination. The crew of this latter-day Ship of Fools include Captain Beefheart, the cannibal clan of the Denﬁends, and a lion, while the passenger list features the surrealist Leonora Carrington, various Jesuses, and the ghastly Imperator Trumpo. Its voyages to alternative futures and pasts echo those of Herbert’s merchantman father, while, in a manner that matches Bill Senior’s later trade of precision engineer, it ﬁts together a dynamic range of forms with an intense focus on the metamorphic and redemptive energies of language.
'Herbert specialises in big, spine-burstingly various and formally eclectic books, in both Scots and English, that are always in the end uniﬁed by the energy, wit and intellectual adventurousness of their author…several books in one by a writer who should by rights count as several poets in one.' – Patrick McGuinness, Poetry Review. 'This antithesis of the slim volume bubbles and seethes with wit and polysyllabic adventurousness.’ – Edwin Morgan, The Scotsman.