I felt a profound "meh" upon reading this book, a series of longer poems in parts circling around the somewhat obvious idea that in the eyes of some (terrorists, governments) people are soft targets, that we go about life in a state of vulnerability. Landau starts with the Paris nightclub attacks, brings us back to her grandmother fleeing the nazis, back to the states, and all the way though the birth of a child, when Landua again confronts what it means to be soft, but a lot of this felt like processing some pretty familiar news. It's not like these subjects, or Landau's responses, aren't valid. But I found it over-familiar, there just wasn't even revelation here for me. Surprisingly, because if you'd asked I might say the "young woman flees Nazis" is the least fresh of the content covered here, that section worked best for me.... Given the distance (this is family instead of personal history), there's an element of poetry and mythology to this section that made it hit me a lot harder than the other stuff did.
The poems here were fine, just a little too discursive and occasionally obvious for me.