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Searching for meaning in her Montreal life, Marthe begins a friendship with an older woman, also from Newfoundland, who tells her a story about purpose, about a duty to fulfill. It’s back home, and it goes by the name of Jane. The two women travel to a small community on the island to continue the work and legacy of an underground movement in 60s Chicago: abortion services performed by women, always referred to as Jane.


  • Short-listed, BMO Winterset Award 2021
  • Short-listed, Amazon Canada First Novel Award 2022
  • Long-listed, Le Grand Prix du livre de Montreal 2021
  • Short-listed, Concordia Univeristy First Book Prize 2021
  • Short-listed, CBC NL Reads 2022
  • Long-listed, Scotiabank Giller Prize 2021
  • Short-listed, Paragraphe Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction 2021
  • Nominated, ReLit Award for Fiction 2022


"A meditation on purpose, the complexities of female friendships, and the fundamentality of the right over one’s own body, We, Jane is witty, unexpected, poetic and so necessary." —Maisonneuve

"We, Jane takes risks from start to finish, making it a consequential and rewarding read." —PRISM International

"In fewer than 200 pages, Wall brings to life the women of Jane, their work and the cultural context of their home province of Newfoundland and Labrador." —Herizons Magazine

"We, Jane is a riveting story of Montreal meets outport Newfoundland, the complex relationships among women, and how important it is to care for the female body, and our right to a choice. Eerie, atmospheric, and tormented, Wall’s narrative about a group of lost and found souls connected by a shared mission to provide safe reproductive health services to rural Newfoundland communities mirrors the struggle against paralysis so many women have faced in the battle to control their bodies. Wall’s ability to capture the essence of what home means and what it means to be away is stunning. With a mix of humour and wit, she illustrates life on the mainland versus being on the island. We, Jane is a necessary fiercely feminist read, beautifully crafted and [a] striking first novel. It’s complex, heartfelt and intimate." —2021 Concordia University First Book Prize Jury Citation

"The book is ultimately a feminist tale, one that shows how complicated and manipulative relationships between women can be, while implying the necessity of coming together for a greater purpose. We, Jane is captivating, well written, and mostly an important read for any woman who, through loss, wants to find a new beginning." —Montreal Review of Books

"We, Jane is an ode to the power of vulnerability, the potential intensity of connections between women, and the importance of continuing to support women even when it seems impossible." —The Miramichi Review

"In three concise and focused sections, Aimee Wall explores the 'underground' network of abortion providers, the “Janes.” The protagonist Marthe is lost in an entirely relatable way: she is tired of the vernissages and the fancy cocktails poured in alleyway pop-ups on the plateau of Montreal. She wants to belong to a sisterhood and a life with greater purpose. The premise of the book is fascinating, the character of Marthe is intriguing, and the gaping desire we all have to belong and to count for something is deftly drawn. The structure, dialogue, scene, and transitions are all seamlessly stitched to form a compelling literary experience. Written with great skill and intelligence, the book … is at once poetic, serious and filled with light." —2021 Paragraphe Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction Jury Citation

“This is writing that sings, and We, Jane, brief though it is, is the literary equivalent of a grand and captivating aria.” —Steven Beattie, That Shakespearean Rag

"Wall’s first novel is still electric in its fragmented, almost screenplay-like prose that dizzies the mind. The fragments capture abortion’s place in public discourse faithfully: something we gesture to, tip toe around, but never quite say openly… We, Jane provides a personal, honest glimpse into the big questions we as women ask out loud and the small, private ones we only think about." —Canthius