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“Highly entertaining . . . subtle and complex” Guardian
“Despentes at her very best” New European
“Full of emotional suspense” FT
“Brilliant – funny, wise and completely addictive – a work of angry, outrageous and hilarious genius” VICTORIA HISLOP
“Full of energy and blistering rationality” LISA McINERNEY
Dear Dickhead,
I read the piece you posted on Insta. You’re like a pigeon shitting on my shoulder as you flap past. It’s shitty and unpleasant. Congratulations: you’ve had your fifteen minutes of fame! You want proof? Here I am writing to you.
Rebecca Latté is a famous actress in her fifties, perhaps past the peak of her career.
Oscar Jayack is a middle-aged, moderately successful author who, in the wake of the #MeToo movement, has been accused of sexual harassment by his former publicist-turned-feminist blogger Zoé Katana.
When Oscar insults Rebecca’s appearance on Instagram, she sends a scorching reply and the pair fall into a spiral of mutual antipathy. In back-and-forth emails, they vie for the last word, finding common ground in their experiences of addiction, assessing the changing world around them as Covid locks down Paris, and reluctantly beginning to lean on one another.
A novel of rage, irreverence and vulnerability, exploring ageing, gender, privilege, addiction and consent, Dear Dickhead is an excoriating encapsulation of our times and of the broken human beings trying to make sense of it.
Translated from the French by Frank Wynne