Catching up with the Bookers has been long overdue, mainly as a result of waiting for them to become available from the library, all the more difficult given the events since 2020 and the Covid pandemic. I took the opportunity to dive into my own bookshelves and re-read some books especially during lockdown, something I rarely do as I feel as though there are so many new books out there waiting to be read and explored.
What I’ve particularly enjoyed about these last few books, is reading stories from women’s (and non-gender conforming, may there be more!) perspectives. With ‘Milkman’ comes an immersive and often oppressive depiction of living as a young woman in Northern Ireland during the 1970s. Once again, the style of the writing is particularly distinctive and effective at creating an intense experience, with stream of consciousness taken to an extreme. Analysing the style of writing, reminds me of school during English Literature lessons where we were taught to attempt to interpret particular words or choices made by the writer – I would sometimes get frustrated with the nebulous nature of the reflections and think, well maybe that’s just how it ended up, no great intention, just how the words fell on the page! And I still think that might be the case sometimes. But in books like ‘Milkman’ and often with the Bookers, I find myself sensing an atmosphere while reading, not through the narrative being described necessarily but through the stylistic choices of the writer. Where initially I was surprised by the lack of paragraphs and chapter breaks, I came to see that this was purposeful; where the character didn’t get a break from her inner thoughts, feelings and presence of the overbearing community around her, neither did the reader. The ever watching eyes of judgement and control from the collective and especially male gaze, reinforced and policed by the female grapevine was reflected in the structure of the book.
Where interconnectedness was celebrated in ‘Girl, Woman, Other’, Anna Burns emphasises the claustrophobia of a close-knit society, with the drama of the story coming from the setting during the Troubles in Northern Ireland and gossip. The power of hearsay generates the narrative of the novel, with truth not seeming to matter and judgements with serious consequences and punishments being metered out on the basis of rumour. Distrust is ingrained into all the characters leading to conformity to ensure safety and protection from any vulnerabilities that would arise from authenticity or individuality or going outside of bounds. Although the novel is embedded in the setting of Northern Ireland, it has an element of universality in terms of who is believed in cases of sexual harassment and how a young woman’s life is curtailed by the decisions and behaviour of a man. Burns brilliantly builds the elements of fear and control, ratcheting the destructive effect of this stranger on the protagonist’s life and the resultant powerlessness that is so sinister because it’s so realistic and pervasive.
I really appreciated the approach taken by the writer to construct this window into a young woman’s experience and take some bold decisions in terms of the structure and not naming any of the characters – suggesting that their actual names were unimportant; just their role and relationship to the other characters, emphasising the lack of individuality enjoyed by any of them. I felt that the story lost it’s way right at the end when exploring the mother’s experience, which was interesting but less engaging, as it lacked the immediacy and impact of the rest of the writing. But still, this comes highly recommended and I look forward to more diversity of perspectives in future books, as looking back over the years of the Booker there has been a dominance of male writers and so more balance would be welcome.