‘An alarmingly accomplished debut. A long way now from traditional elegy, Kruhly’s poems speak of nourishment and squalor, palliative care and dirty linen, tenderness and harm. Their unnerving domestic noire is both off-kilter and riveting: one dare not look away.’ —Fiona Benson

‘This moving collection from Madeleine Kruhly is a disintegrated study on care and inheritance that moves states and concepts of emotion, growth and home, playfully and carefully. It’s a tender evocation of patri and matrilineal relationships, smarting and considered, powerful and gentle.’ —Rachael Allen

About Madeleine Kruhly

Madeleine Kruhly is a poet and editor from Radnor, Pennsylvania. She works in London, and lives outside of it with her husband. To my father, now dead in room 318 is her debut collection.