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Nonfiction: A novel

Julie Myerson

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nonfiction is Julie Myerson's new novel about mothers: what it is like to have one, what it is like to be one. In it, a mother narrates the relationship with her child who is struggling with addiction.

'Her best novel yet' The Times

'Incandescent' The Observer

Two parents stand by powerlessly as their only child seems intent on destroying herself. Meanwhile the mother - a novelist - attempts to understand her uneasy, unresolved relationship with her own mother.

Weaving between childhoods past and present, as well as a current narrative laced with temptation and betrayal, this is the delicate journey of a mother, daughter, wife and author struggling to make sense of her world.

But can a writer ever be trusted with the truth of her own story?

Clear-eyed, self-lacerating and at times frighteningly direct, Julie Myerson's latest novel explores maternal love as the emotional foundation we both crave and fear. A howl of fury, as well as a moving love letter from a mother to a daughter, this is a book about damage, addiction, recovery and creativity.

'I wolfed it all down - it's just so incredibly compelling' Daily Mail
'Glitteringly painful' Rachel Cusk
'A compulsive read. Searingly honest and raw' Deborah Moggach

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Julie Myerson

Julie Myerson is the author of nine novels, including the bestselling Something Might Happen and three works of non-fiction, including Home: The Story of Everyone Who Ever Lived In Our House, which was dramatised on BBC Radio 4, and The Lost Child. As a critic and columnist, she has written for many newspapers including the Guardian, the FT, Harpers Bazaar and the New York Times, and she was a regular guest on BBC TV's Newsnight Review. She lives in London and Suffolk with her family.

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