Fuccboi

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What to expect

‘Got under my skin in the way the best writing can’ SHEILA HETI

A fearless and savagely funny examination of masculinity under late capitalism, from an electrifying new voice

Set in Philly one year into Trump’s presidency, Sean Thor Conroe’s audacious, freewheeling debut follows our eponymous fuccboi, Sean, as he attempts to live meaningfully in a world that doesn’t seem to need him. Reconciling past, failed selves — cross-country walker, SoundCloud rapper, weed farmer — he now finds himself back in his college city, trying to write, doing stimulant-fueled bike deliveries to eat. Unable to accept that his ex has dropped him, yet still engaged in all the same fuckery — being coy and spineless, dodging decisions, maintaining a rotation of baes — that led to her leaving in the first place. But now Sean has begun to wonder, how sustainable is this mode? How much fuckery is too much fuckery?

Written in a riotous, utterly original idiom, and slyly undercutting both the hypocrisy of our era and that of Sean himself, Fuccboi is an unvarnished, playful, and searching examination of what it means to be a man.

‘Sean Conroe isn’t one of the writers there’s a hundred of. He writes what’s his own, his own way’ NICO WALKER

(P) 2022 Hachette Audio

Critics Review

  • Terse and intense and new and sort of fucked up but knowingly so. I loved it

    Tommy Orange, author of THERE THERE
  • A book to argue and laugh with; be appalled and impressed by. Fuccboi wrestles with big questions about masculinity and modernity, but best of all are its intimate and domestic moments: like Knausgaard, Conroe has a knack for making the mundane enthralling

    Chris Power, author of A LONELY MAN
  • A blistering debut

    i-D magazine
  • a debut coming-of-age (but probably not in the traditional sense!) novel about hypocrisy and self-awareness

    Nylon magazine
  • Conroe’s writing percolates with savage humour and wry observations on human complexity . . . Conroe works with a really rare audacity and slyness

    AnOther Magazine
  • Admirably fresh . . . Conroe maybe a solipsist, or rather, his younger, fictional alter ego is a solipsist in the autofictional novel called Fuccboi. But he’s good company — thoughtful, insecure and questing. And he has a distinctive, compelling voice that strikes me as utterly of its moment, of this moment, when the podcast is a primary form of communication, the concept of masculinity is both indeterminate and suspect and the role of the novel is also under suspicion. As bookish as this novel is, it seems like a genuine attempt to speak to some of those who don’t normally give a shit about books, or at least, those who don’t read The Paris Review and The New York Review of Books — while also being worth the attention of those who do.

    Wall Street Journal

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