A review by milkfran
Milkman by Anna Burns

I’ve had the Milkman on my TBR pile for a while and was excited when I saw that the audiobook was available from my local library but I only managed 20 minutes of the narration style before I had to throw in the towel: another 13 hours of it sounded like pure torture.

My most recent listens were The Secret History by Donna Tartt (wonderfully and dryly read by herself) and The Innocent by Ian McEwan (read by Steven Pacey, gamely if at times slightly absurdly doing the accents which  if anything just added to the story) so maybe I’ve been a bit spoiled recently. 

Can’t really comment on the content, the themes or the plot (it’s Belfast in the 70s though so go figure) just the tortuous writing style which made me slam the dishes down angrily as I was cleaning them until I decided life is too short to suffer through a book just because it’s won a Man Booker Prize (Howard Jacobson I’m looking at you).