A surprising and genre-bending poetic memoir about the years when everything got weirder. 'I write not to communicate or reveal but to mull and conceal, but I guess that' s a form of communication too, of connection, of little anchors, little hooks, little holes you can put your eye up to, your heart up to, and maybe you will see something you will recognise.' In her new collection - a poetic collage-essay-memoir - Helen Rickerby crafts poems out of personal correspondence and sentences from her journals, cataloguing her life over a tumultuous period of lockdowns, terrorist attacks and mid-life crises. In glimpses of the day-to-day, in occasional bits of Italian homework and dining-room dance parties, pieces of a life are constructed into a sensuous yet disarming whole. Through friendships and grief, joy and love, combining wry humour with philosophical musing, Rickerby reflects on doubt, gaps, the nature of poetry, connection and disconnection, and not going quietly into middle age. My Bourgeois Apocalypse is a work of fragments encompassing the whole of a life.