The blurb of French author Marie Darrieussecq’s All the Way promises that it ‘offers an extraordinary insight into the language and obsessions of adolescence’. It goes on to say that the author ‘offers fearless observations on sex, desire, adolescence and the moment when childhood drops away’. Darrieussecq is the author of various books, including Pig Tales, which was published in thirty four countries. This volume, which was first published in France in 2011, has been translated by Penny Hueston.
All the Way introduces us to a teenage girl named Solange, who is at once ‘intrigued, amazed and annoyed by the transformation of her body’, and longs to be just like everyone else around her, all of whom profess that they have already ‘done it’. To go with this general theme, the novel has been split into three parts – ‘Getting It’, ‘Doing It’, and ‘Doing It Again’.
Solange lives in the town of Clèves – ‘where we don’t have the sea but we have a pretty lake’ with her parents. When her mother is not working in a shop, she is ‘always in bed’, and her pilot father frankly embarrasses her. Indeed, she believes that one of the reasons as to why she is targeted at school is because of ‘her father’s extroversion’, which seems to solely consist of his becoming naked in rather a shady incident. A strong sense of foreboding is present throughout; nothing is quite as it should be, particularly with regard to the way in which Solange spends so much time with the family’s next-door neighbour, Monsieur Bihotz.
Whilst we learn a lot about Solange, she still feels quite distant as a protagonist, and her obsession about sexual practices and the way in which she succumbs to peer pressure feels rather overdone. Her parents, and the other characters who come into the novel here and there, feel rather flat too. It is as though more importance has been placed onto the arc of events in the plot, rather than those imagined beings who cause such things to happen.
The novel’s structure is relatively contemporary. There are no chapters as such; instead, small, separate segments of writing, many of which are entirely separate from those which come before and after, make up each part. Some of these are odd little fragments of memory; some occur in the past, and some in the present. The story is told in a mixture of first and third person perspectives, which alters from one section to the next, and does take a while to get into.
All the Way is well written, and whilst Darrieussecq’s descriptions are nice, the whole does tend to be rather too blunt in places. Solange’s naivety is portrayed well – for example, the times in which she looks up words which she does not understand in the dictionary – but it is lost all too quickly and abruptly. Whilst the novel provides an interesting window into adolescence, it does sadly feel a little too predictable at times.