You Will Love What You Have Killed

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Price
$15.95  $14.83
Publisher
Biblioasis
Publish Date
Pages
184
Dimensions
4.9 X 7.4 X 0.6 inches | 0.45 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9781771963527

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About the Author
Born in 1992, Kevin Lambert grew up in Chicoutimi, Quebec. May Our Joy Endure won the Prix Médicis, Prix Décembre, and Prix Ringuet, and was a finalist for the Prix Goncourt. His second novel, Querelle de Roberval, was acclaimed in Quebec, where it was nominated for four literary prizes; in France, where it was a finalist for the Prix Médicis and Prix Le Monde and won the Prix Sade; and Canada, where it was shortlisted for the Atwood Gibson Writers' Trust Fiction Prize. His first novel, You Will Love What You Have Killed, also widely acclaimed, won a prize for the best novel from the Saguenay region and was a finalist for Quebec's Booksellers' Prize. Lambert lives in Montreal.
Reviews
"Death lurks in the daily life of these mad children who form ambivalent friendships, initiate cruel vendettas and throw punches. Despite their unassuagable desire for outrage, Faldistoire and his band sometimes display a moving sagacity foreign to the adults of this hateful city. This book is poisonously beautiful and shows the talent of a convincing writer." Olivier Boisvert, Librairie Marie-Laura, Les Libraires website
"Difficult to describe, because wildly strange, but also furiously bewitching. Let us rejoice that this man who was born in Chicoutimi in 1992 obviously has accounts to settle; Quebec literature rarely allows such ferocity . . . The dark song of an angry queer young man, a fantasy of twisted vengeance, the hallucinated dream of an apocalypse as life-saving as a forest fire: You Will Love What You Have Killed exaggerates to its limits the ordinary ugliness of a Quebec caught in the grip of its prejudices . . . it is precisely because he speaks of reality that Kevin Lambert's novel evokes the taste of vomit." Dominic Tardif, Le Devoir