When Jonathan Williams's legendary Jargon Society published the spectacular limited edition of The Last Lunar Baedeker (republished here), including over 400 pages of satires, manifestoes, feminist tracts, experimental plays, autobiographical profiles, and above all the complete poems (a third never before published), together with editor Roger L. Conover's introduction, a timetable and album of photographs, Hugh Kenner wrote in The New York Times Book Review:

'No, no, not Myrna Loy, Mina...born in 1892, in London; died in 1966 in Aspen, Colorado; a startling beauty all her long life; by profession designer of lampshades and agent of artists (Dali, de Chirico, Braque, Ernst, Gris, Magritte); ...author of mordant free verse published in magazines 1915-25, thereafter lost track of by virtually everybody. Her utter absence from all canonical lists is one of modern literary history's most perplexing data. Loy's is agile wit, hard, unslushy in its admiration for kindred discipline. A bird with no hint of feathers!'

'Mina Loy,' wrote William Carlos Williams, 'was endowed from birth with a first-rate intelligence and a sensibility which has plagued her all her life facing a shoddy world.'