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- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPicador
- Publication dateJanuary 1, 2020
- Dimensions7.99 x 10 x 1.85 inches
- ISBN-101529064414
- ISBN-13978-1529064414
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- Publisher : Picador (January 1, 2020)
- Language : English
- ISBN-10 : 1529064414
- ISBN-13 : 978-1529064414
- Item Weight : 11.3 ounces
- Dimensions : 7.99 x 10 x 1.85 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,325,353 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the author

Douglas Stuart is a Scottish-American writer. He is the author of two novels, Young Mungo, and, Shuggie Bain.
His debut novel, Shuggie Bain, won the 2020 Booker Prize. It was a finalist for the National Book Award for Fiction. It won the Book of The Year at the British Book Awards and The Sue Kaufman Prize from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. It was also a finalist for the Rathbones Folio Prize, The Kirkus Prize, The Orwell Prize, The Pen Hemingway Award, The McKitterick Prize and was a finalist for The Center for Fiction First novel prize.
Young Mungo was a Sunday Times #1 Bestseller. His work has been translated into 39 languages.
His short stories, Found Wanting, and, The Englishman, were published in The New Yorker magazine. His essays on gender, anxiety, and poverty can be found on Lit Hub.
Born in Glasgow, Scotland, he is a graduate of The Royal College of Art, and since 2000 he has lived and worked in New York City. Prior to being published, he worked for over twenty years as a fashion designer.
https://www.douglasdstuart.com
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Neighbors gossip and teachers fret, but really, “no one sees the flying woman.” Everyone leaves her: Agnes’ husbands and lovers, her daughter, her son. But Shuggie sees her. He’ll never leave. “I’d do anything for you,” he tells Agnes, when she trades buying him food for more of her drink.
After one too many lagers unravels Agnes’ life like the “toe to waist” run in her Pretty Pollys, though, Shuggie—having devoted his school days to buying her lager with food money, putting her to bed, and believing her promises to “give up the drink” and “get a job like other mammies”—wonders, “Why can’t I be enough?”
Every child of an alcoholic has asked herself that question. And if anything were ever enough to pull a parent from alcoholism, it would Shuggie—a selfless, earnest, honest, boy whose optimism is exceptionally buoyant. Shuggie is nothing if not wholly dedicated to Agnes’ happiness, her survival. But then, every child of an alcoholic knows that even the most perfect daughter or son is no cure for the urge to drink. Anyone who’s watched their parent stumble through the door, slur meaningless yet wicked insults, reach for another drink while their child goes hungry in belly and soul knows they aren’t as important as the next bottle or can, who takes off their parent’s shoes mid-day and tucks them into bed—these readers will weep.
And, at Shuggie’s side, like the coins he feeds and robs and feeds the electric meter, they’ll believe the promises to quit, hold out hope the AA will keep them clean, be the parent till the parent can gets back on his or her feet. The reader flinches at the blatant truths, and at the ‘skills’ with which Shuggie ‘survives’ ten years in the “new economy of the scheme”—the Eighties. Starved, neglected, abused, molested, and isolated, Shuggie wears his suffering on his jumper. But also, he knows Agnes doesn’t want to live like this.
Stylistically, the omniscient narrator uses heavy metaphor to put images into context young Shuggie can understand. Every “like” and “as” at once clarifies otherwise ungraspable, while distancing Shuggie from reality. From the opening line—“The day was flat,” throughout the central “limpet” theme, onto the conclusion, where, “like a tugboat,” Shuggie nudges his friend’s shoulder, metaphor gives Shuggie a lens through which he can understand his world. And it is his world. Time is measured by plastic ponies and little green men.
Stuart’s portrait—equally Shuggie’s and Agnes’—is imperfect. It’s sometimes rugged, always raw. But an exceptionally tight, polished tale wouldn’t make any sense. Readers who know the drink firsthand can relate. And those who are fortunate not to know the drink, they will forever see alcoholism differently. This is a story of empathy.
The book was a difficult read because it was so sad.
A very special book about a city and people I love. It was an experience to work and live there for over 5 years. Glasgow will always hold a special place in my memory.
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I do have one big gripe with this book and it is the way he has portrayed the mining community
I was brought up in a mining community before during and after the closure of the pits by Thatcher and her toxic government
The author portrays the miners as heartless dirty useless drunkards and the women as feckless loveless hags The children run around as feral animals covered in filth He sees the community as people with no pride in themselves.
He describes a scene where a woman has just found out her husband has cheated on her ,she is outside and rips her skirt in distress to reveal she has no underwear on! as if to suggest she is such a slob she can't be bothered to cover her dignity. Shame on him for his portrayal of these women
The mining community I know are proud hard working resourceful people who look after each other Who are intelligent and quick witted especially when it comes to politics
Gardens are their pride, my family and neighbours gardens had blossoming flower beds in the front and an array of vegetables in the back garden. They also tended allotments. We were all well feed with an abundance of healthy fresh fruit and vegetables not just boiled cabbage.
We were all spotlessly clean as well due to the diligence of the women. Miners working in thick black coal dust day in day out didn't give in to it, they hated it. If you met a miner after work or on his days off you would be hard pressed to find a more clean spotlessly tidy man and mums made sure their families were the same . Ah but not according to the author They were all filthy stoor covered inbreds(everyone is a cousin )
with no pride in how they dressed.
I recently read an interview he gave describing his upbringing and I am happy hes has done so well however
It has made me very angry that this book will be read world wide and he has given the impression that this is how we lived.
Sighthill looked like utopia compared to Pit head I am not impressed.
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I am a miners daughter who (also) grew up in hard times but this book and the persons portrayed within it are alien to me. The men are pure misogynist wasters and the women door mats to those men, if the author is to be believed. I found my anger growing throughout the book.
It is sad that the heroine is an alcoholic and weakened by her addiction but the manner in which all around her were portrayed; her family; her neighbours; everyone became so overwhelming horrid as to head towards the unbelievable. There was no real explanation of folk trying to help: are we to believe that the fellow AA members, for instance, were not greater in their support? Where was her mentor for instance; I feel sure one is always allocated to help getting by, yet there was no mention.
There are scenes of women fretting over men in this book in ways that are just so 'out there' to be ridiculous. (tearing a dress to reveal no underwear for instance - what rubbish). Other scenes of men; decent once hard working men, no doubt, taking every opportunity to get their leg-over with a near to comatose partner seem close to far fetched. And the rapes...so many bad men in this world it seems; but worse still; no one willing to help.
How can you portray a whole community in such a cruel and vindictive way? It comes over as spiteful and, dare I say, child like though perhaps that was the aim; to be from Shuggie's point of view; he being the one with learning difficulties as well as being gay.
There was no joy in this book and it shames the communities it is meant to portray; and it shames Scotland. I did not like it. The complete bleakness of it all, was too. too much leading to incredulity and a feeling of sensationalising and overstatement.
The even sadder thing is that this book is a prize winner: shame on you Mr Stuart; shame on you.
Some books never leave you. Once read, they sit in the background of your mind, resurfacing whenever life confronts you with the story's subject matter.
In the same vein as Yanagihara's A Little Life (also shortlisted for the Booker Prize), Shuggie Bain is brutal to the point of having to put the book down at times. This is not a light or easy read, it is a journey into the lives of people broken by their circumstances and upbringing, yet filled with unfiltered love. You will cry with sadness, anger, and despair.
I lived just outside Glasgow at the end of the time in which this book was set. My ex-wife was equal to Shuggie's mother Agnes in her descent into alcoholism and have children who lived through her worst excesses. No other book or film I have seen or read has portrayed alcoholism more accurately than this one. It is stark. It is painful to witness. It is reality.
My time in Scotland helped me hugely with this book. I am sure many will struggle with the language and vocabulary used. In an interview, the author said that both he and the publishers, for reasons of authenticity, wanted to keep the Glaswegian slang and vocabulary.
This book is not just a story of the child and his alcoholic mother, it is a documentary of the poverty and deprivation in Glasgow in the 1980s. It is a page-turner and is beautifully crafted by the author. A book that could and should win the Mann Booker. It is a future classic.
Read this book, but pick your time, because it will affect you.
I really hope a sequel is planned. The next stage of Shuggie's life will have much to tell. I for one would love to share in his journey into adulthood.











