Admittedly, I thought this would be very different. It's not often that I approach a manuscript with any expections. (In fact, I tend to do everything I can to know as little as possible about a book before I read it.) However, after having read a peer's review, I constructed some bizarre concept of what I thought this should be. I wanted to read "that book" so much, that I was surprised by it being so different than what I had imagined. I don't fault the book in this, I simply offer it as a preface to take this review at that value.
Even with being so side-tracked by my own wants and conceptions of the work, Davis' has some wonderful poems and some startling and beautiful images that can't be ignored. Honestly, I'm not sure if this really deserves the "novel in poems" title, as it felt a bit too abstract in a traditional story sense to fully be considered a novel. However, it's still heartbreaking, horrific, and macabrely beautiful.
Gross' illustrations add to this sense as well, since they are so grotesque, yet have their own aesthetic beauty to them.
In the end, if you're expecting more of a poetry collection rather than a cohesive "novel," then I'm sure you'll love this. However, compared to other poem-novels that I've read, this is, by far, the most abstract. Beautiful and haunting? Yes. Cohesive and narrative? I leave that to you...