Lee Ann Roripaugh called American Busboy a "wry anti-mythology" where an "anti-hero busboy in an anonymous Clam Shack! tangles with the monotonous delirium of work, the indignities and poor pay of unskilled labor [and] the capricious deus ex machina of mean-spirited middle management." We might call Vasectomania the busboy fast-forwarded 20 years, a little bit wiser and tangling now with the monotonous delirium of parenting, tangling with the indignities of flailing (and often failing) as a father and partner and dealing with his own social-cultural traditions of being raised in a blue-collar town by a single mother whose voice seems to haunt his every move.
I originally heard Matthew Guenette do a reading of some of these poems at my university which immediately caused me to buy the collection. These poems are wickedly funny, a little crude at times, but truthful to the core- the perfect balance. I’m excited to see what works Guenette publishes next!
Though published in 2017, the domesticity and some of the cabin fever remind me of the global panorama. The worldwide Padme Amidala. I love the line, “Then they kicked Pluto out like an old pair of shoes.”