Frank Allison’s debut poetry collection, Don’t Thank God, Thank The Crash Test Dummies That Came Before You, sinks the reader into the mythos surrounding the highest league of motorsport, Formula 1 racing. Developed out of the sense that there was a vibrantly beating heart waiting to be cracked open beneath the golden, champagne soaked veneer of F1, Don’t Thank God will drag you straight into the heart of the action. This collection will send you careening at breakneck speeds through the schedule of a race weekend, from media day all the way through to the post-race comedown. From the blood and guts required to succeed against all odds, to the faith and tenacity it takes to return again and again to a sport that often does not love its participants back, this collection serves as a heart-wrenching love letter to motorsport and the people who devote their lives to it.
These poems are incredibly readable, and the author’s wordcraft is precise and evocative. I am not (yet) a motorsports enthusiast, but reading this book almost makes me want to become one—there’s beauty, tragedy, and industry-grade ambition contained herein. At the same time, the poems describe elements of human condition that tug the heartstrings in a way almost completely divorced from the sport that inspired them, giving many of the lines absolutely value and utility to a reader of any myriad passions. People who enjoyed the movie “The Bikeriders” will definitely enjoy this book. 10/10. Will read again.