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A clue to the exit

A clue to the exit

St. Aubyn, Edward, 1960- author

With only six months to live, Charlie Fairburn decides to write a novel. Whilst visiting a casino he meets a woman as addicted to gambling as he is to writing. Passionately entangled with her she becomes his nemesis as the story moves to its startling end

Paperback, Book. English. General.
Published London: Picador, 2015

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Statement of responsibility: Edward St. Aubyn
ISBN: 1447253558, 9781447253556
Note: Originally published: London: Chatto & Windus, 2000.
Physical Description: 208 pages ; 20 cm
Subject: Compulsive gambling Fiction.; Terminally ill Psychology Fiction.; Novelists, English Fiction.

Author note

Edward St Aubyn was born in London in 1960. He is also the author of On the Edge, which was shortlisted for the 1998 Guardian Fiction Award; the highly acclaimed trilogy Some Hope, reissued by Picador in 2006; and of Mother's Milk, which was shortlisted for the 2006 Man Booker Prize and won the South Bank Literature Award.

Back cover copy

'St Aubyn's attention to detail and comic dialogue make this a must-read' The Times

Charlie Fairburn, successful screenwriter, ex-husband and absent father, has been given six months to live. As he heads for the south of France, he resolves to stake half his fortune on a couple of turns of the roulette wheel and, to his agent's disgust, to write a novel - about consciousness. In the casino, he meets his muse.

Ricocheting helplessly from writing to passion to isolation in the desert, Charlie attempts to achieve some measure of understanding before he dies. And as his remaining days diminish along with his stash of gambling chips, his search for 'the flash of freedom at the heart of things' reveals a man ever more witty, thoughtful, and mordantly surprising.

'Striking metaphors and resonant evocations of sea and desert . . . accomplished reflections on the possibility of selfhood and the insolubility of consciousness' Sunday Times

'Playful and lingeringly witty . . . Tantalizing' Evening Standard