“Rebecca Păpucaru’s debut The Panic Room quivers, ablaze with striking collocations of thoughts and things… This first collection sends shock waves on a scale all its own; it agitates the line as we know it. Păpucaru is in tune with the hallucinations of histories, the shaky pasts of Eastern European Jews. The guitar is electric, the strings are made of steel, and she absolutely rocks it.

To close The Panic Room is to come out a little stirred and high on adrenaline.”

These poems depict the experience of contemporary young people, especially women: the world they encounter, their efforts to reconcile with the fading past and find a place in the overcrowded present, vulgar yet antiseptic, chaotic in places, oppressively bureaucratic in others. Păpucaru's satire, full of elegy, keeps before us the longing for a better world. Like the poem "Wonder," the book never expresses wonder directly, but makes its absence as fact a powerful version of its presence as an almost hopeless desire.

“Although Rebecca Păpucaru’s The Panic Room has a wicked side, or perhaps because it does, it made me laugh out loud a few times ... From where such dry wit originates, mixed as it is throughout with a sometimes vicious surrealism, might best be ascertained in the wonderful poem called “On Watching an Eastern Bloc Comedy,” which Păpucaru describes as the slapstick of deprivation: “It’s hard to pull off, a getaway in a Lada./ Mud road. Sudden appearance of a goat.” She is from the next generation, and remembers her father, saving old vegetables for soup stock. That shift from funny to (a bit shamefacedly) elegiac, the journey from film stock to soup stock, is characteristic. Hers is a lived-in voice, a skeptical-of-cant voice, but something about its way of noticing, of still being surprised enough to make an image of that surprise, of surprise’s confusion (that is, to imagine it) is youthful. “Dismal, yes. But how much more without us?” An enjoyable book for this reader.”

The Panic Room reads like an autobiography-in-verse of a Jewish-Romanian-Canadian, intellectual soul - part-drama-queen, part-dreamer - telling it like it is about cultural contradictions, familial angst, tragicomic marriage-and-divorce, black-comic seductions and sardonic jobs. Păpucaru joins a novelist's gift of narrative and character development to the poet's talent for the says-it-all image to render memorable, verbal portraits of persons and events that are reminiscent of the absurdity of Eugene Ionesco and the mordant satire of Woody Allen. These poems are philosophical, funny and forensic in reaching the heart. The characters - such as Dider - are indelible. The Panic Room is a supreme debut.

Panic Room is a truly exciting event in contemporary literature and in particular Canadian Jewish Literature. It is rare that a poet can engage with Jewish ancestry and history (although Păpucaru also covers a breadth of subject matter) in a way that exhibits humour, pathos and a finely tuned ear. These poems demonstrate the precision of some of the finest poets in the tradition of English language poetry, but with Păpucaru's own unique, quirky and clever sensibility. Think Fran Lebowitz meets T.S. Eliot.