A sharp, strange, and unexpectedly tender novel about desire, reinvention, and the strange elasticity of a life that no longer quite fits.

In All Fours, Miranda July follows a semi-famous artist who impulsively leaves her family to drive across the country. The journey lasts barely half an hour before she abandons the plan, checks into a roadside motel, and begins an entirely different kind of detour. What follows is a spiralling exploration of midlife, sexuality, money, marriage, and the quiet panic of realising that the structures you built your life around may no longer hold.

July writes with her signature blend of awkward humour and emotional precision, turning everyday moments into scenes of surreal clarity. The novel moves between absurdity and intimacy, asking uncomfortable questions about autonomy, aging, and the small rebellions that make a life feel newly possible.