"Dave Berry reminds me of that rusty crow in Wallace Stevens' 'No Possum, No Sop, No Taters,'
Bright is the malice in his eye. . . .
One joins him there for company,
But at a distance, in another tree.
But this is a more high-spirited wasteland than that, full of lusty language and tasty fallings-in and out of love. I like cruising it."—Coleman Barks
"At once lyric and satiric, this always delightful and occasionally scary book not only documents 'the woe that is in marriage' but it also reveals the surreal goofiness of being single again. D.C. Berry has not just written a compelling book. He has also crafted a deeply humane one."—Dana Gioia