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Tell me everything Paperback – 4 Aug. 2011
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Discover a novelist that Neil Gaiman describes as ‘an astonishingly smart writer’.
When a chance meeting with a stranger leads to an offer of a room in exchange for telling her stories, Molly jumps at the chance.
Slowly she builds a new, eccentric family around herself: Tim, her secretive boyfriend, who just might be a spy; Miranda, the lovelorn hairstylist; Liz, the lusty librarian; Mr. Roberts, landlord and listener; and his French wife, Mrs. Roberts.
Much to Molly's surprise, she finds the stories she tells now are her key to creating a completely different life. Suddenly, her future is full of endless possibilities. The trouble is, Molly's not the only one telling tales. And the truth is always stranger than fiction.
Sarah Salway's witty, finely-tuned and poignant story of many stories is a uniquely entrancing chronicle.
- Print length256 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherThe Friday Project
- Publication date4 Aug. 2011
- Dimensions12.9 x 1.63 x 19.8 cm
- ISBN-100007371268
- ISBN-13978-0007371266
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'I galloped through this – couldn't stop once I'd started … Molly has such a strong and original voice, the writing's so spare and yet the message so complex … spiky, sparky, pithy and deep' Kate Long
'An ambush of a novel: characters who engage and then promptly pull the rug out from under your feet, plus enough wit and insight for two novels' Michelle Lovric
'Sarah does something quite rare, I think, which is to write engagingly (even grippingly) about the emotions, but in a way which is formally experimental, often quite daring…however dark she becomes the material is always handled with such a light touch, and is never predictable, always inventive' Andrew Cowan
About the Author
Sarah Salway lives in London and Kent. She is currently the RFL Fellow at the London School of Economics.
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- Publisher : The Friday Project
- Publication date : 4 Aug. 2011
- Edition : Library of Lost Books edition
- Language : English
- Print length : 256 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0007371268
- ISBN-13 : 978-0007371266
- Item weight : 125 g
- Dimensions : 12.9 x 1.63 x 19.8 cm
- Best Sellers Rank: 1,903,120 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- 419 in Horror Parodies & Satires
- 1,256 in Self-Help & Psychology Humour
- 1,677 in Contemporary Horror
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- Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 15 February 2012This is definitely a book to read in a day. A book about stories and story-telling, it carries you along with a narrative which blurs the line between fantasy and reality, creating a sense of intrigue as your own imagination starts inventing all sorts of possible explanations and outcomes. The ending is left open to the reader's interpretation, which can be seen as either incredibly frustrating or perfectly fitting.
- Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 5 September 2012I rarely give 5 stars, but I couldn't put this book down. Weird and wonderful, the story hints at child abuse, but the perspective is innovative, sophisticated, yet simply told. A modern classic. Suzy Norman.
- Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 27 September 2012A young girl, Molly, lives in an ill-furnished room above a stationery shop. By day she works in the shop with a middle-aged man who insists on her climbing the ladder while he steadies her by holding her legs, and she tells him stories about her life at school and her best friend the beautiful Leeanne.
She appeared one day at a Christian-run café and Mr Roberts, the middle-aged man, was the only one who sat down at her table. At the time she was sobbing her heart out and had already been asked to move on by a café waitress. Gradually we learn more about Molly - she's terrified of her father and indeed has run away from home to get away from him. We never learn exactly what he's done, other than a playing a few rather macabre jokes on her. We do get the gist however, that Molly is perhaps a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Her boyfriend is a youth who approached her in the park (she always sits on the seat that commemorates a schoolgirl who committed suicide). He never wears socks and says he's a kind of consultant at first, then he intimates he is a secret agent.
You feel this gormless story might be approaching some kind of denouement when Mr Roberts' wife appears and decides to run the stationery business herself. She's much better at it. But it isn't a good enough event to make a difference to the reading experience. You kind-of feel sorry for Molly, but she is too naïve and suggestible. Her boyfriend is not much better and is, in fact, dragged off by his parents at one point, presumably to whatever institution he escaped from in the first place. I realised around halfway through this book that I wasn't enjoying it, but the writing was just good enough to suggest it might pick up. It doesn't however, and I read to the end with an increasing feeling of gloom. Not that anything much happened, but when I got to the last few pages I just read on as if suffering some kind of terrible lapse of will. Awful, awful, awful.