What would you say if you had one ideal chance to speak yourself, to make a language that spoke across time to those you have loved, to those you have wronged, to all those countless human and non-human lives that have intersected and impacted on yours, with or without your knowledge? Max Porter's All of This Unreal Time takes this idea - the poetic concept of 'perfect speech' - and turns it into a wild, psycholo-delic apology rant. Moving with Porter's peerless linguistic skill between a single speaker's self-lacerating 'apology' to an excavation of family trauma, late-capitalist guilt and rage and the shame that attends--that must attend - modern masculinity. All this is, of course, handled with the usual slipperiness and smarts - where nothing is quite as it seems, pregnant with its opposite, a shape-shifting tour-de-force of voice and concept from our most exciting contemporary writer.