The Erotics of Mourning refuses to keep longing and loss apart. Across thirty-five poems a father turns monster and the household an asylum; the goddess is addressed as both killer and lover; queer love is spoken in dialogue and kept in secret; and illness, medication and the want of sleep are courted like a paramour. The inheritance is double throughout: Milton, Eliot, Shakespeare and Keats laid alongside Kali, Durga and the Ganges, English shot through with Bengali. Written on the Kolkata and Glasgow axis, the book descends through eros, devotion and the rehearsal of death, then closes on a quieter note, a wish for an ordinary Tuesday with the sun out.