As an attempt to express, definitively, that most turbulent of centuries through an increasingly diminished medium, Scanning the Century was only ever going to be a qualified success. As the twentieth century progressed, poetry became less culturally significant, and that is reflected in the selections in Peter Forbes' book, published just before the calendar ticked over into 2000.

Organised chronologically, Scanning the Century tackles each of the major circumstances of the twentieth century in their turn: the two World Wars and the Depression, the Holocaust, the Space Race, the Cold War, post-Cold War ennui and Nineties drift. There are chapter-length diversions into themes like 'sport', 'science', 'travel', and so on, but Time is what is really being wrestled with here, and chronology is the strategy.

Given the subject matter, Scanning the Century can't help but be a depressing book at times. As Norman Nicholson writes in one of his poems included here, this century had a "bleak orbit" (pg. 277). It's a book of Passchendaele, the Dust Bowl, Auschwitz, Hiroshima, Birmingham Jail, Vietnam, and a teetering and collapsing Wall Street. It's almost merciful that the book was published before 2001 could provide, in 9/11, the real full stop to a relentlessly traumatic century; that second plane rushing in almost in haste and fury at having missed the deadline.

The book is not all misery; there are some more light-hearted pieces, and an attempt to integrate song lyrics (Bob Dylan, Lennon/McCartney and Joni Mitchell) into the chapter on the Sixties is an interesting one. Nevertheless, Forbes diagnoses, in one of his chapter introductions, the fundamental angst: "The dismal lesson that technical progress and an increase in the power and organization of human societies could amplify the consequences of primitive hatreds, rather than ameliorate or end them, lies at the heart of the century" (pg. 95).

It is the usual suspects who stand out when looking back on the book: Yeats, Auden, Frost, Eliot, Larkin, Brecht. There are some good lesser-known poems – 'Anne Frank Huis' by Andrew Motion; 'The Horses' by Edwin Muir; 'Almanac' by Primo Levi; 'The Ballad of the Sad Young Men' by Fran Landesman; 'Short History' by Jerzy Jarniewicz – enough to suggest poetry remains a worthwhile pursuit. But for the most part the book sees latter-day poets strain to provide something different, some banal clever-clogs innovation or niche reference, some new letter not found between Auden and Yeats. Poems of this latter type don't settle well; they don't earth themselves comfortably in the English language. In the clutter of form and voice suggested by such poems, Scanning the Century unwittingly stumbles upon one of the real reasons the twentieth century went so far south: out of cleverness we tried to reinvent the wheel, when a wheel works just fine. ( )

A magnificent eclectic collection, sadly out of print (2009). ( )