Given its imaginative risk and experimental daring, perhaps the most remarkable thing about Annie Freud's poetry is its effortless success: these wise, funny, sly, erotic and lightning-witted poems all find their marks with unerring accuracy. From the disturbing dramatic monologue of the title poem, through love poems of great worldly tenderness, to a soliloquy from the inventor of the individual fruit pie - the reader is both challenged and entertained from first to last. The Best Man That Ever Was announces one of the most startlingly original poets to have emerged in recent years.