Meanwhile, the community, including her mother, fail to acknowledge his creepy encroachment on her space. Trained to be polite, the besieged woman finds herself unable to brush off the man: the stalker claims to know her brothers and her father, so must be deemed safe.
In this time and place, "violence was everyone's gauge for judging everyone else." References to routine fighting, drunkenness and violence begin in the first lines of the novel. They hit harder as the the narrator piles on images of decimated families, riots and shootings, like that of "Somebody McSomebody's brother." The protagonist chooses her "maybe boyfriend" because he doesn't get involved in it.
Danger besets this narrator at every turn, and as an intelligent young woman, she does what she can to protect herself. Unfortunately, her carefully constructed protective mechanisms backfire. Her unusual practices (walking while reading, running in the park) are snatched away by the predatory behavior of the Milkman. By then, the emotional walls she has erected have begun to alienate her not only from her nosy neighbours, but from herself.
The description of the suffocating society she inhabits comes out in language like this: "A whole chivvy of mothers trying to get their daughters wed." In this mad place, even for the girl's mother a marriage to a "bigamous terrorist" will do, if it will save her daughter's reputation.
The tension ran high through this book; I both wanted and dreaded to find out what would happen. Yet I couldn't possibly have predicted or even imagined how it would end until it did. Anna Burns grew up in Belfast during the Troubles, and this novel won the 2018 Booker Prize.
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