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This was an exceptionally addictive and immersive read. It's rightfully racking up awards in the French-Canadian book scene right now, and I except it will be an easy hit elsewhere too as soon as it gets translated. The film deal is set already as well.

Sacha is living her punk escapist dream in the wild Canadian north in Dawson City. She and her best friend integrate into the very active local punk folk subculture. Work work work during the short summer tourist season, and then bum around and shoot the shit in the long hard winter months. Who needs electricity and running water, if you can survive on beers, jokes, and cuddles with your huskie. But, not everything's perfect. And the way Pierrot slowly turns the narrative around is masterful done and sneakily painful.

A lot of the features about Pierrot mention Kerouac and Beatnik comparisons, and I agree, it did remind me of this rush you experience the first time when ‘on the road' with the colorful cast of Kerouac's stories. But, this is a female voice. Unapologetic, faulty, loving and so good!