Carnal, flamboyant, visceral and bold, Table Manners is a rich meal. Catriona Wright's debut introduces us to the image of the poet as "gastronaut," a figure who seems to live entirely between table and a stove and who steeps her surroundings and relationships in complex emotional flavours. "My life," she writes, "is now tuned to bone marrow donuts and chef gossip. I'm useless at any other frequency." Wright's wild narratives are sometimes funny, sometimes frightening and always ravishingly observed. Table Manners is what might have emerged had Julia Child written like Sharon Olds, or if Anthony Bourdain knew his way around a line-break.