Milkman: A Novel

Perhaps it’s not right to invent a title for a review that concatenates the title and author of the book under consideration but in this case it seems so appropriate. This novel so well written, so lyrically Irish, such dark humour hurt me, burnt me. I’ve not read anything else that so successfully conveys what it must have been like to live through The Troubles of Northern Ireland and the impact this had on the minds of the people who felt they had no choice but to endure and survive those times as best they could.We are told the active voice of the principal character, nameless Middle Sister, a girl of 18 , of events unfolding around and over her, covering a period of just a few months. Through rambling sentences spiced with recall and speculation a current and historical profile of unnamed neighbourhoods (I guess Belfast) emerge populated by lithe, criminally inclined, politically bloated, blighted as well as delightful inhabitants.Burn’s skilfully conveys the agony of living in a repressive society beset with tribal loyalties and fear. I had to force myself to keep reading Burn’s intimately affective, ‘fictional’ account and accept the shadowy presence of clumsy British occupying soldiers and violent IRA patriots.Middle Sister is stalked by a powerful figure in the resistance: Milkman. He is married, in his thirties, a looming criminal. The threat of his presence alone in the absence of touch is nevertheless too close, visceral, overwhelming. She is incredibly brave. She feels she must protect her bisexual Sometime Boyfriend, watch out for more than poisoned words,defend herself from the unsympathetic narrative of her best Old Friend, ignore the constant harassment of her mother, First Older Sister and others.She must deal with the attention of a rejected suitor Somebody McSomebody, a young, pathetic pistol packing neighbour who attacks her in the loo.Perhaps most terrifying of all, our narrator, Middle Sister is caught in a culture of hostile gossip whose actors compulsively invent false stories about her, disarm and imprison her in a silo of alienated silence. We wait with growing impatience under salvos of words for something to break her entrapment.Burn’s conveys the tension between Middle Sister and those closest to her and the events that surround her in a simultaneously frightening, funny and entirely convincing way. We forget the inherent contradiction between who the truly articulate Middle Sister is who is writing the text and the girl who cannot ask for help from those in a position most likely to provide it is the same person.The Middle Sister who wrote this novel may not be the author but the author knows her so well I feel it is her alter ego talking to her younger self. Burn’s describes the prison of what seems to be her own internment. There is no need for her to explain why her eminently capable narrator is incapable of helping herself.The profound message intended or not is the way this wonderful story captures a time and place, a state of mind, what is was to be living inNorthern Ireland during The Troubles. In such a milieu, such a volatile and dangerous space it is best to fain ignorance, avoid extending to much trust in others, sensible to remain silent.There is nothing as boring as didactic intent in Burn’s wonderful novel but the lessons are there. What of current day tribalism and where it could take us? Why so many closed narcissistic minds? Why the unwillingness to listen to and respect other people’s point of view? How come we never learn?Yes, it’s complicated. Let me make it even more so. Oscar Wilde writing of a much earlier phase of The Troubles wrote something like this “if only the English would learn to talk and the Irish to listen we would have a very civilised society”

This book took me on quite a journey. It took me forever to get into it, and honestly, if it hadn’t been a book club read, I might have put it aside. I’m glad I stuck it out. The structure and narrative form are different than most other books I’ve read, though comparisons to Beckett and Flann O’Brien are right on. The inside-the-head-of-the-narrator POV was rough at the outset. It gave the book a relentlessness that put me off. I would fall asleep or get exhausted after 5 pages. When I switched from the library book (really light, small type on the paperback!!) to Kindle and Audible, I got more into the groove. I have to say, the audiobook narration was fantastic. This book has a lyricism that works well when read aloud. On the page, it can seem very repetitive, with the long serial phrases of synonyms and such. But read aloud in the northern Irish accent, it works beautifully. (Like when I read and loved Angela Ashes, but years later listened to Frank McCourt’s reading on Audible. It was a completely different experience. Both are great, but the audio was heartrending.)Anyway, the relentlessness. The book was dense, with all the thoughts of the protagonist dumped out for the reader. But as I read on, I realized it encapsulated what life in such a time and place (Catholic area of Northern Ireland in the 1970s) must have been like. The state police, the renouncers, the town gossips. Everyone under the eye of suspicion at all times. Having your life ruined or taken because one person had one wrong take on something you did or said. Middle sister shuts down and lives inside her own head as an act of self-preservation, but even that causes her to become a pariah and threatens the lives of those around her . Talk about relentless. There were parts that made my chest tight, and I think that discomfort is what great literature can do. There were parts that actually made me bark with laughter despite myself. Burns’s take on gender were the best parts of the book for me. There’s been so much more written about Milkman (it did win the Booker) that I won’t go on too much... But I’m giving this 4 stars because it was quite the slog at the beginning for me. It is, though, a remarkable piece of literature.

I like this book when things happen in it. Else I don’t really like it. Although it’s a book with plenty of good things in it — the claustrophobia, the suspense, the combination of claustrophobia and suspense —, the style is so redundant that it’s exhausting even if stream-of-consciousness books have redundant styles. It goes on and on and on, all interpretation, no action, barely a smidge of action, and even without the action the book isn’t very profound. Books can be enjoyed if they’re full of action but not profound or profound and not full of action, but Milkman is neither. Though the book is a good portrait of Belfast during the Troubles, the book is tedious and unending.

Um rigor e uma originalidade de estilo incomuns. Um lugar e uma pessoa, muitas pessoas, tentando sobreviver a tragédias impressionantes. Provincianismo, machismo, fanatismo, opressão política. E, incrivelmente, humor.Não é preciso ser literato (não sou) para se deliciar com este livro.

This is one of the best novels I’ve read in awhile. It is funny, which is a feat to achieve with the setting being the Troubles in N Ireland in the late seventies and the central issue being the psychological weight of being stalked and/or being a woman in a patriarchal society.It’s unusual narrative style seems to have defeated some readers, but I found it rythmic and similar to reading our own thoughts narrated during the course of a day. Similarly, by referring to others by what they represented to the protagonist rather than by name, we are consistently kept within the spell of her inner world.

Milkman is a stream of consciousness story narrated by an unnamed young woman living in an unnamed part of Belfast (probably the Ardoyne), some time in the late 1970s.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.

Milkman is written in a very innovative and to me very modern style. In a s0-called unknown city that was clearly Belfast - I couldn't help hearing the rough Northern Irish accent jump off the page at me - and by the way - very often knocking me to the floor.I found the work hard to read - and hard to put down. The themes of family, neigbourhood and state in contest with one another were compelling. Add to that the #metoo oppression at the core of the book and this is not a book to be taken lightly. Still for all that I laughed loud and often at the interplay between colourful characters and a personally familiar model of mothering and sistering perhaps fading into history.I can understand the lack of resonance for those too distant from 'The Troubles' - but surely the emotional clarity of the writing on community descent into tribalism, the impact on mental health and an understanding of the ground to be made up by afflicted places surely makes the book a must read. I really can't speak highly enough of this book.

Aun cuando es mencionado como ganador de premios, es una historia muy bizarra y a veces sin sentido.