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1994 Booker Prize Winner

How Late it Was, How Late by James Kelman

       
 

Publisher: Secker & Warburg

Length: 384 pages

About: A drunken Glaswegian's rambling thoughts

Style: 3rd person

Where: Scotland (Glasgow)

When: 1994

 

Publisher’s synopsis:

A raw, wry vision of human survival in a bureaucratic world, How Late It Was, How Late opens one Sunday morning in Glasgow, Scotland, as Sammy, an ex-convict with a penchant for shoplifting, awakens in a lane and tries to remember the two-day drinking binge that landed him there. Then, things only get worse. Sammy gets in a fight with some soldiers, lands in jail, and discovers that he is completely blind. His girlfriend disappears, the police probe him endlessly, and his stab at Disability Compensation embroils him in the Kafkaesque red tape of the welfare system.

 

Extract:

Back in the house he hung the key-ring on the hook and gave the cutting edge a lick of soap afore starting. He should have tapped the guy for a fag while he was at it. Ye could tell from his voice he was a smoker. Okay; Sammy spat in the palms of his hands and gave them a rub. Fine, right; he prepared a dining chair and laid newspapers underneath it. Then he went eeny meeny miney mo and stuck on a cassette: And then he was off and running:

 

After three four years of marriage, it's the first time you havent made the bed And the reason we're not talking

 

Fucking hell man what a fucking song to pick! Stupit bullshit pish--showing how traumatic a time a guy's having whose missis has just walked out and left him--obviously the cunt's never done a hand's turn in his life but it never dawns on him that might have something to do with it. Mind you it never seems to dawn on the cunt that wrote the song either. It was Helen drew his attention to that, how ye could tell from the way the auld George Jones boy sang the words that he wasnay being funny nor fuck all, nay irony intended.

 

Reviews:

Good:

How late it was, how late is celebration and indictment in equal parts, a passionate, scintillating, brilliant song of a book.

The Independent., Janette Turner Hospital, 2nd April 1994

 

Not so good:

When the Scottish writer James Kelman won the Booker Prize in 1994 for his expletive-filled How Late it Was, How Late one of the judges, Julia Neuberger, called the decision a "disgrace" adding that "I am implacably opposed to the book". She is sometimes quoted as having chosen her words with slightly less care. When the prize was awarded she stormed out, saying, allegedly, "Frankly, it's crap"

Sameer Rahim, The Daily Telegraph, 25th January 2012

 

About the author

James Kelman was born in Glasgow in 1946. His early fiction includes the short-story collections An Old Pub Near the Angel (1973) and Not Not While the Giro (1983), and the novel The Busconductor Hines (1984). His novel A Disaffection (1989) was shortlisted for the Booker Prize and won the James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction in 1989. He is the author of a television screenplay, The Return (1991), and has written plays for radio and theatre. He is currently attached to Goldsmiths College, London, and the University of Glasgow. James Kelman lives in Glasgow.

 
 

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Ratings

Adventure

  7

Filmability

  7

Historical

  4

Humorous

  7

Intellectuality

  4

Life-changing

  3

Page turner

  5

Readability

  5

Romance

  4

 

Age guide: 18

 

 

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