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Published 27 February 2013
ISBN 9781921922732
Format Trade Paperback
Extent 224pp
AU Price $29.99
NZ Price $37.00

All the Way



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Solange wants to have sex. Will it be with one of the boys at school? The exchange student? The fireman she meets at the disco when she sneaks out one night? Or with Arnaud, the coolest boy she knows?
She'd like to see more of her father, even though he's so embarrassing. As for her mother, she's too depressed. Something to do with the photo of the dead boy on the mantelpiece. Monsieur Bihotz, her neighbour who lives alone now his mother has died, is supposed to be her babysitter but Solange has other ideas. There's really not much scope in her boring village, Clèves.
But who cares, Solange will get to do it, go all the way, whatever it takes.
All The Way is a brilliant and hilarious picture of an adolescent girl, by the author of Tom is Dead.

Published 27 February 2013
ISBN 9781921922732
Format Trade Paperback
Extent 224pp
AU Price $29.99
NZ Price $37.00

About the author

Marie Darrieussecq

Marie Darrieussecq was born in Bayonne in 1969. Her first novel, Pig Tales, was translated into thirty-five languages. She has published more than twenty books and been awarded numerous prizes. Text has published Tom Is Dead, All the Way, Men, Being Here: The Life of Paula Modersohn-Becker, Our Life in the Forest, The Baby, Crossed Lines, Sleepless and How to Make a Woman. Darrieussecq has written art criticism and journalism, is a translator from English and has practised as a psychoanalyst. She lives in Paris.

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Praise for All the Way

'There are few writers who may have changed my perception of the world, but Darrieussecq is one of them.' The Times

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'The internationally celebrated author who illuminates those parts of life other writers cannot or do not want to reach.' Independent

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'Darrieussecq doesn't so much write words; she's a gale prising them out from where they hide.' Age

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'Mesmerising and deeply rewarding.' Agnes Nieuwenhuizen, Australian Literary Review

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