Dear Dickhead, I read the piece you posted on Insta. You're like a pigeon shitting on my shoulder as you flap past. It's shitty and unpleasant. Congratulations: you've had your fifteen minutes of fame! You want proof? Here I am writing to you.
Rebecca Latté is a renowned actress in her fifties, perhaps edging past the height of her fame. Oscar Jayack, a middle-aged, moderately acclaimed writer, finds himself at the center of controversy after being accused of sexual harassment by his former publicist—now a prominent feminist blogger—Zoé Katana, in the wake of the #MeToo movement.
When Oscar mocks Rebecca’s appearance on Instagram, she fires back with a blistering response, igniting a fierce exchange that spirals into a battle of egos. Through sharp, combative emails, the two spar for dominance—until grudging curiosity gives way to uneasy connection. As the pandemic shutters Paris, their correspondence deepens, revealing shared wounds: addiction, ageing, and disillusionment in a world shifting beneath their feet.
Dear Dickhead is a caustic, darkly funny, and deeply human novel about rage, privilege, gender, and the messy aftermath of accountability. It captures the raw edge of our times—and the flawed people stumbling through them.
Translated from the French by Frank Wynne.
Dear Dickhead, I read the piece you posted on Insta. You're like a pigeon shitting on my shoulder as you flap past. It's shitty and unpleasant. Congratulations: you've had your fifteen minutes of fame! You want proof? Here I am writing to you.
Rebecca Latté is a renowned actress in her fifties, perhaps edging past the height of her fame. Oscar Jayack, a middle-aged, moderately acclaimed writer, finds himself at the center of controversy after being accused of sexual harassment by his former publicist—now a prominent feminist blogger—Zoé Katana, in the wake of the #MeToo movement.
When Oscar mocks Rebecca’s appearance on Instagram, she fires back with a blistering response, igniting a fierce exchange that spirals into a battle of egos. Through sharp, combative emails, the two spar for dominance—until grudging curiosity gives way to uneasy connection. As the pandemic shutters Paris, their correspondence deepens, revealing shared wounds: addiction, ageing, and disillusionment in a world shifting beneath their feet.
Dear Dickhead is a caustic, darkly funny, and deeply human novel about rage, privilege, gender, and the messy aftermath of accountability. It captures the raw edge of our times—and the flawed people stumbling through them.
Translated from the French by Frank Wynne.
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