Sophie Mayer reviews Napoleon’s Travelling Bookshelf:

Sarah Hesketh’s Napoleon’s Travelling Bookshelf […] is full of curiosity as to how we catalogue, carry and discard our lives. The title poem finds Napoleon reading amidst Russian wastes, and others draw out similar moments of intense introspection and awareness against dramatic backgrounds: a mentally-ill woman struck by the “new necessity / of forever remembering the waltz” in “The Ballroom at West Riding Asylum” or friends “expecting the mutter of wings” in “Waiting for the Indiana Night Moth.” Hesketh’s poems often touch on moments of heightened expectation, rather than of loss or satisfaction, the moments in which we catch ourselves thinking, observe ourselves and commit the observation to memory.

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The photo is of West Riding Asylum.