A new collection from Glyn Maxwell - one of the great poetic stylists of the age, and one of its leading dramatic voices - is always a cause for celebration. With what often feels like an uncanny prescience, How The Hell Are You offers an urgent take on the changing nature of human encounter, at a time when the future seems to have gone ahead without us. This is a book of the left-behind, of the prematurely self-isolated: there are the sonnets left behind by abandoned artificial intelligence; moving poems of memorial and elegy; lost souls, seduced by the empty nostalgia for imperialism, when all has already been lost; voices torn from their owners, bewildered in empty space - and the voice of that space itself, as the blank page grabs the microphone and finally has its say. Maxwell has long regarded poetry as truth-telling, and these often subversively political poems recoil from the lies and fakery of the age to actually 'tell it like it is'; though how it is is not how we would have it. In its gripping, clear-eyed reckoning, How The Hell Are You is as bold a document of the times as any contemporary poet has yet produced.