Multi award-winning novelist Aaron Goldberg returns with his debut award-winning novel "Foutre la merde, dans." A recipient of a $400,000 Arts Grant from Merde-och University, "Foutre la merde, dans" is a by-the-dots piece of contemporary literature, exploring notions of identity, sexuality, multi-multiculturalism, oppression from the dominant paradigm, persecution, depression, repression, acceptance and the ultimate triumph of getting your own retrospective at the Wheeler Dealer Centre, as well as increasing your Facebook friend count and your industry currency by 100,000 points/friends. What "Foutre la merde, dans" isn't, is vicarious. Which means you will be afraid to read it because Goldberg is a radical practitioner of 'psycho-physical transference'. This book will assault you (don't say we didn't warn you ) with repetitive whining of a life less lived. But at least it isn't vicarious. Lost in translation, the title of the book is a metaphor for the novel itself, as it unravels like reverse-engineered origami. Taking cues from Antonioni's Blow Up, Burroughs' cut-ups and rude bastards from Europe, Goldberg's biggest regret in life is his inability to speak the mother tongues of his mother: Spanish and French... Does vulgarity count as a second language?