"Hunt stares straight into a darknes fueled by science . . . There is something incredibly bold about looking such darkness straight in the eye, even with the distance of decades, and a darkness that isn’t as far removed from the presence as one might imagine." — rob mclennan"The Manhattan Project combines a rigerous style with a dark, serpintine subject." — Jonathan Ball, The Winnipeg Free Press"The Manhattan Project finds inspiration in the “heavy metal” music of uranium, keeping time to the beat of atomic clocks, whose alarms go off on Doomsday. Read this book, and feel your excitement grow, like a geiger counter that panics in the presence of plutonium. As with all the books by Ken Hunt, I wish that I might have written this book as well." — Christian Bök, poet"These poems glow. Delve into the secret half-lives of atoms and watch the poetic line mutate into explosive subclauses, where buried in the apocalyptic imagination of human strife is a necropastoral reverie, an offering of some kind of solace in the spire of the horror of nuclear holocaust. These poems are to doomsday machines what antimatter is to the Anthropocene, a glimpse of the scale of the horror of total erasure of what matters (what matter has done), a reeling monody of our dogged, fantastical pursuit of annihilation." — Gregory Betts, Brock University"Ken Hunt’s The Manhattan Project explores the inevitable heartbreak of the swerve of atoms; how each movement, each decision, tumbles the locks of catastrophe. The dirge of our mutual-assured-destruction is sung as a hymn, staring into the fused-sand glass in the Los Alamos desert." — Derek Beaulieu, poet, publisher, and anthologist"Sophisticated, molecularly inventive poetry. Reading The Manhattan Project is an act of fission—its various component parts split into recurring syntactic patterns and smaller, dispersed inflections. In both form and subject, this is a harrowing and moving reckoning with the necropastoral consequences of the nuclear age." — Adam Dickinson, Brock University
