‘ The day Somebody McSomebody put a gun to my breast and called me a cat and threatened to shoot me was the same day the milkman died.’ In the powerful first line of Milkman, Anna Burns introduces the absurd, urgent and deeply provocative tone of the novel. Winner of the Man Booker Prize, this novel is one of the masterpieces of our age, combining the gang violence of Ireland’s troubled past with a terrifying presentation of an overbearing collective city consciousness. It seems dystopian in its bleakness and horror, and it transcends time in its haunting vagueness. The story follows middle sister, living in an unnamed city with her family. Controlled by police, renouncers and miscellaneous paramilitary, to be noticed is to be in immediate danger. When Milkman starts appearing outside her work, house and French classes, her carefully muted, cultivated persona falls apart. Intricately structured, Burns’ narrative takes the reader on a gripping explorati...