Gub is Northern Irish poet Scott McKendry's brilliantly original first book of elaborate, sometimes quite obtuse but invariably fascinating poems about such a huge variety of topics that it was often both a little jarring as well as refreshing, as it moved from one vastly different subject matter to another. McKendry makes full use of his Northern Irish heritage in both the use of Celtic language and well worn, extremely heavy use of NI/Belfast slang and the places and people selected throughout to be showcased.
Each poem only usually runs the span of a single page so with each page turned there is more often than not a new poem on a completely new topic which has no link to the previous. Hence, it takes a little getting used to but it becomes quite fun as I always wanted to read on and discover what lay before me despite the cryptic/highly enigmatic nature of quite a few of them. Some poems resonate more than others, like in any anthology. Some gripped me immediately and some took a second reading to really feel what McKendry had been hoping to convey. Amongst my favourites were Belphégor, Lord of the Gap, Hell's Ambassador to France; Swazzle; Hopewell Place & Snap.
As I'm not a native Irish speaker, I had to look some of the words up to be able to comprehend the narrative and ended up down quite the rabbit hole; this is ultimately inconvenient but didn't take away from the experience of the book or its flow too much. Despite my enjoyment of the majority of it, it strikes me as a quite niche but with a rather severe lack of competent poets putting out their work of late, I'm sure it'll receive the recognition deserving of this collection of richly textured, unapologetically original and sometimes beguiling pieces. Perhaps an acquired taste even if you do understand the ubiquitous Irish slang but nonetheless Gub remains an enjoyable book of poetry.