Her name is Rose Bourassa. She’s twenty years old. She is obsessed by two things. Death, her own death, and the driving need to punch things. To punch away at her past, at the little princess that she was and who disappeared when she turned seven.

Her anger does get her out of the strip club, Gold, where she dances, and into the gym, where she meets Coach, who gruffly helps her lace up her boxing gloves, like a mother forcing a hat on the head of a stubborn child heading out in the cold.

With an alert and rapid style, Simon Girard’s first novel has the rhythm of a boxing match. By conveying even the slightest sensation with an obsessive precision, he allows us to enter the very soul of this young woman whose life can change radically from one moment to the next. We get under Rose’s skin in much the way we get on an amusement park ride. We have no other choice but to give in to the dizzying height.

“Quebec can count at least one more writer in its ranks. One who is a cut above the rest and who can really bring down the house. His name is Simon Girard. He’s 28 years old and lives in Montreal. He wrote Dawson Kid.” Le Devoir
“In this story written in the first person, Girard brings Rose to life in a very physical way, creating a jerky, flashing and visceral style, an incessant flow of emotions which flit between ecstasy and panic.” Ici