What a sly and nimble book, smiling with a mouth full of fangs. Sweetman's casual, chummy lines lead one cheerfully into a cubicled inferno where the damned-knights, kings, and cowboys, yet never quite corner office material-slog in the long shadows of upper management, neck-deep in leadership plans, always aware that they lack some essential 'intangible assets, ' yet incorrigibly optimistic, prepared to be lifted into the light of success. They're shallow, lost, and easy to like. This is satire at its best: sweet-tongued and fierce.-Marshall N. Klimasewiski The enterprise here is in the way Chuck Sweetman gets the voices from-gives voice to-those denizens of the contemporary counting houses seldom heard in contemporary poetry: the white-collared, computer-screened, entry-leveled, and encubicled....The job-submerged, the heroes of the subtle resistance, the fantasists-by-necessity, the artists-in-waiting pictured here make up a world to which (and in which) readers may find themselves drawn.-Jason Sommer