Tag Archives: Man Booker Shortlist

Milkman by Anna Burns

At the time, age eighteen, having been brought up in a hair-trigger society where the ground rules were – if no physically violent touch was being laid upon you, and no outright verbal insults were being levelled at you, and no taunting looks in the vicinity either, then nothing was happening, so how could you […]

The Long Take by Robin Robertson

This year, for the first time in the Man Booker award history, a book of verse made it to the shortlist. Now I only read VERY little poetry – I can’t even remember the last time I read a poem – because it is usually a struggle for me. More often than not, I end […]

Everything Under by Daisy Johnson

Everything Under, Daisy Johnson’s debut novel made waves when it was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize this year. At 27, Daisy is the youngest ever writer to be shortlisted for the award (previously it was Eleanor Catton, who went to win the Man Booker for The Luminaries when she was 28-years-old), and most readers […]

Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien

Do Not Say We Have Nothing is a book that completely surprised me! When I started to work my way through the Women’s Prize for Fiction 2017 shortlist, I kept Do Not Say We Have Nothing for last because the reviews I read about it were mostly negative. One of the recurring complaints by some […]

The Siege of Krishnapur by J. G. Farrell

In 1857, when Chapatis begin to appear mysteriously in the most unexpected of places, only Mr. Hopkins, the Collector for East India Company senses danger. His attempts to warn others fall on deaf ears. Yes, the British made a mistake in handling religious matters in India, but surely the native Indians wouldn’t want to reject […]

Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh

I looked like a girl you’d expect to see on a city bus, reading some clothbound book from the library about plants or geography, perhaps wearing a net over my light brown hair. You might take me for a nursing student or a typist, note the nervous hands, a foot tapping, bitten lip. I looked […]

His Bloody Project by Graeme Macrae Burnet

I am writing this at the behest of my advocate, Mr Andrew Sinclair, who since my incarceration here in Inverness has treated me with a degree of civility I in no way deserve. My life has been short and of little consequence, and I have no wish to absolve myself of responsibility for the deeds […]