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2018 Booker Winner: Milkman
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I can relate...if I didn't read while walking, I would never get ANY exercise... and lots of people think that is very weird!! Ordered my copy yesterday and am looking forward to that one! (gorgeous cover too, BTW!)
Glad to hear you are enjoying it Gumble. I have started it too and so far I agree. And yes, I have been known to read while walking.


I read and walk as well

Amazon US kindle copy was only $9.99.

I may be able to finish tomorrow. I am very impressed so far - it is quite chilling but there are some very funny moments.

I ordered my hardcopy from Books Depo for a reasonable $16 ... but see they have now jacked up the price! ...and claim it isn't available for a few months :-(


It is a book I would put very much at the Goldsmith (date I say Republic of Consciousness) end of the Booker spectrum.
However it will not be to everyone’s tastes.
If Doug reads it I am sure he will assign it his infamous two stars. And I rarely hope he does read it, as this book is absolutely ripe for one of his infamous takedowns.
As Britta remarks this is not a novel to read if you like a plot driven book or if you value temporal linearity in whatever plot does exist.
It is more for those who love dark humour, inventiveness in language and form.
It is also for those who think walking along while reading a book is perfectly normal.
But it is also a book which covers a very dark period in British history.
To give you an idea of the novel I picked a few passages from the closing pages.
When it came to it though, they didn’t get all they were after because to save face the renouncers’ final judgement was that this milkman of the area had proven another district resistant with anti-social behavioural tendencies not consistent within a standard perimeter of conformability, meaning he qualified as another member of our community’s woebegone beyond-the-pales.
...... So I prepared [wee sisters] tea, which meant basically getting it out of the cupboards. All the time though, it was, ‘Middle sister! Please hurry. Will not you hurry? Modest amounts please. But cannot you be more instanter than that? .....
we’re plastered,’ they said, and then they, including sister, fell over the ornamental hedge. Sister exploded into advanced asterisks, into percentage marks, crossword symbol signs, ampersands, circumflexes, hash keys, dollar signs, all that ‘If You See Kay’ blue french language. Her friends, picking themselves up off the grass, plus their bottles and shopping, rejoined with, ‘Well, we told you, friend. We warned you. It’s rambunctious, out of control. That hedge is sinister. Get rid of it.’ ‘Can’t,’ said sister. ‘I’m curious to see how it’ll transpire and individualise.’ ‘You can see how it’s transpired and individualised. It’s transpired into day of the triffids. It’s individualising into trying to kill us.’ Then they left off hedge-disparagement and turned their attention to us.

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show..."
Great review Gumble's Yard. This is my next up, can't wait.

I find that I’m increasingly trusting in the literary fiction that Faber publishes. At least recently there have been several if not perfect then at least noteworthy books that are innovative. It’s nice to notice that happen even with such a big publisher.


I find that I’m increasingly trusting in the literary fiction that Faber publishes. At least recently there have been several if not perfect then at least ..."
True!! I've been noticing that! I also am going through a Granta phase (Portobello is also under them) and they can also do no wrong imo.

Silly guy! Of course I'll read it, I read the entire longlist!! Got my copy on it's way from Books Depo ... but been having delivery probs with them recently, so hope it gets here... I'm not going to be able to start my Booker Marathon for a week though, as I have several books from the library I need to get to first :-(
And I dare say I MIGHT like it, since I AM a read/walker too! But it's been awhile since a takedown review, and I'm sure at least ONE nominee will inspire me... :-)

I have written a draft review here - I still have a few pages to read but it is unlikely to change much and I can't do the link easily from the phone, so it's easier to share from the office. Almost certainly five stars: My review

By way of context, the intensity of the killings in the early 1970s – especially the civilian deaths – had subsided; there had been population movement and people had retreated into small, “safe” pockets exclusively populated by people of the same political tradition (which was also generally correlated to people’s national identity and religion). Both unionists and nationalists still thought they could win the war through armed conflict, and the political voice of Sinn Féin had not yet come to the fore. The Hunger Strikes were still a couple of years into the future and most people could remember a time before the British Army was deployed to assist the civil power…
So the novel is almost a love story set in this quite specific time period. Our narrator lives in a Catholic enclave of North Belfast. She reads 19th century novels while walking, which marks her out as a bit odd. Her maybe-boyfriend is a car mechanic from another unspecified Catholic district of Belfast. She is from a large family, four-ish brothers and three sisters and Ma. Da is dead.
Our narrator talks to herself extensively in a colloquial Belfast voice that hinges on repetition and over-explanation. It is a sarcastic voice, cynical about the sectarian conflict and the motives of those who engaged in it. She narrates in euphemisms: the Sorrows, Renouncers of the State, Defenders of the State, the country across the water, the country across the border. People are second sister, the real milkman, chef, the tablets girl, Somebody McSomebody. Similarly places are not names and although most are recognisable – the reservoirs and the parks is Cavehill Road; the ten minute area is Carlisle Circus; the usual place is Milltown cemetery – the euphemisms allow liberties to be taken with the geography.
The resulting text is very dense, often circular (at the very least non-linear) and pretty intense. It is like Eimear McBride crossed with James Kelman.
The story is one of personal love and personal tragedy set within a dysfunctional society. Our narrator wants to be with maybe-boyfriend, but is admired by Milkman (a senior ranking paramilitary) and Somebody McSomebody (a wannabe paramilitary – was this a time before spides?). In a world where normal law and order does not operate, where law is made by the paramilitaries and is mutable, where whispers and innuendoes constitute evidence, this is a dangerous space. Our narrator knows the perils and even the most mundane activities – jogging by the reservoirs, buying chips, learning French, winning a scrap Blower Bentley supercharger – can be fraught with danger. Her quirky narration and eccentric world view manage to create deliciously black comedy from these dangers.
Milkman is a timely novel. This period of the late 1970s has been largely airbrushed out of both world and Northern Irish history. Nowadays the Republican movement has been rehabilitated. They are seen to champion human rights and to lead the equality agenda. Its history is seen to be the ballot box in one hand and the armalite in the other. Their community justice is seen to have been a viable – almost legitimate – alternative to the RUC and the state agencies. It is often almost assumed that those who lost their lives (apart from in the early 1970s) had been “involved”. But what we see is a violent society with kangaroo courts based on self-interest and hypocrisy, arbitrary expulsions, witch hunts, suspicion. Paramilitaries tyrannise their own communities but the communities seem to lap it up. Each fresh atrocity is just casually dropped into conversation.
More than anything, our narrator, her family and friends needed stability and predictability. What they got was the law of the jungle. And we know from history that they had 15 more years of this ahead of them before the first signs of the re-emergence of normality.
Of course all this is viewed from a nationalist vantage point but we can safely assume that the situation was mirrored in the loyalist community across the road.
And Milkman is also relevant to current developments as we start to see the emergence of an anti-political movement based on extreme and ill-planned actions. Brexit as a response to immigration and crime. Walls and travel bans and flip-flopping between nations and leaders being best friends and beyond the pale.
If Milkman has a failing, it is that the meandering narration can frustrate the reader. There are few natural pauses, there can be a feeling that we have already covered this ground, ideas and phrases repeat. But they do add up to a work that is strong enough to carry the frustration. Milkman is a mature work that does say something new (or at least say it in a new way) in a field that has been ploughed often before.

Interestingly that is what Neil has asked for on the thread for In our Mad and Furious City.
Where I have the knowledge to do so I agree with everything you say.

No Bones was an easier read - the point of view of a child growing into a teen. So we had the joys of collecting plastic bullets after a riot and not fully understanding the significance of older brothers with balaclava helmets. It ends with a really surreal trip to Rathlin Island as a teenager.
Milkman is more grownup, more intense, and deals with adult themes - rape, drugs, vilification, hypocrisy.
I did not live in Northern Ireland in the late 1970s - but I know people who did and I did live in Northern Ireland pre-ceasefires so my vouching for the authenticity is not foolproof.
Mostly what I love about the book is the voice. Yes, and the place :)



Out of curiosity, has anybody else here tried the audiobook edition? I alternated between that and my physical copy, and I have to say, the audiobook really tackled the problem of the overly long paragraphs. (I’m still lost as to why Burns implemented this form. The audiobook helped to show that there were plenty of opportunities to break up the novel into shorter paragraphs.)


For me it got more compelling in the second half, perhaps because the style became more familiar.




But what's a "cinqasept"? French for 5-7, but what is a "pad for established cinqasepts"?

It’s more than one book on the Booker list where it pays to have urban Dictionary to hand (although in this case Wikipedia would I think reveal the answer also).



I loved the language. I've said many times before that plot matters little to me compared with atmosphere and I thought it captured the fear and paranoia of the community really well.
It is definitely going on my short list.

You had me seriously worried for a time there.
Surely this book is best thing to come out of a very difficult time for the UK.
You never know,’ they said, ‘what might be considered the most sought-after paraphernalia of these sadnesses in years to come.’
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