'I'm a street prostitute. Not a call girl or anything. No, a real street whore, with stiletto heels and menthol cigarettes.' Narrator Nanou gives a detailed account of her day, from the moment she wakes up with a foul taste in her mouth, in her sordid rented room, until the minute she crawls back into her bed at night to sleep. Interwoven with her story are portraits of her clients. Oscar Coop-Phane invents an astonishing cast of original and deeply human characters: losers, defeated by the world around them who seek solace in Nanou's arms. Original and moving, this short book deftly paints a world of solitude and sadness, illuminated by precious moments of tenderness and acts of kindness.
'Oscar Coop-Phane oozes affection for his characters, from their beautiful humanity to the depths of their weaknesses' Huffington Post
'One of the most intriguing and exciting new voices on the French literary scene' Seymour Magazine
'The best debut novel of the year' Le Parisien
'He’s only 23, but Coop-Phane’s sparse style cuts to the bone and reveals a sensibility far beyond his years' Le Point
'A melancholic and vulgar novel that marks a rigorous, vigorous entrance into contemporary French literature' Le Figaro