"Sholl’s descriptive powers are amazing: ‘the flesh of swordfish swirls like wood grain / around a knot’ or ‘A moment of silence at Soup Kitchen / for our saint of the quick grip, faking / a side stitch to hide the bottle under his coat’ . . . such snap and vigor, such rueful itemizings! This book is one dizzying, painful pleasure after another, and I will read it again and again."—Lynne McMahon, author of Sentimental Standards
"Imagine how Dante would have written if he were the daughter of Thelonious Monk and Mother Jones and you might have some idea of what Betsy Sholl’s Late Psalm is like—a jazzy, heartfelt, no-nonsense Divine Comedy with a social conscience."—David Jauss, author of You Are Not Here