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Shuggie Bain

Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart — Open Letters Review

I just finished reading ‘Shuggie Bain’, Douglas Stuart’s first novel, winner of the 2020 Booker Prize and finalist for the National Book Award. It’s a great, wonderful book that I enjoyed but not the book to read if you’re looking for an uplifting tale or a happy ending.

Set in the dreary Glasgow of the 1980’s when the shipbuilding and coal industries had been destroyed thanks, in no small part, to Margaret Thatcher and her cronies.

Shuggie Bain is the story of a young boy growing up in a dysfunctional family amid disastrous economic turmoil. Shuggie’s mother, Agnes, is an unrepentant alcoholic, and his father, Shug, is a taxi driver who despises his wife’s addiction to “the drink,” cheats on her whenever the opportunity arises, and ultimately abandons her to a low-income housing development called Pithead, a depressing colliery where residents survive on government handouts.

Shuggie’s half-brother and half-sister soon manage to escape from an environment they recognize as untenable, leaving Shuggie to take care of a mother who, for the most part, is so inebriated that she is unable to attend to herself. At the same time, Shuggie is forced to face his inability to be like the other boys his age and, as he enters his teens, begins to struggle with his own sexual identity.

Early in the book there’s a scene where little Shuggie is playing with empty cans of Tennent’s beer that have pinup beauties on the side. He strokes their tinny hair and makes them talk to each other. His father is proud, thinking the boy is going to be quite the lusty man but his mother looks on realizing what’s really going on.

It’s a desolate existence for the most part. When Agnes spends all her government support money on drink, they pry open the electric meter to get the coins inside. All the while, Shuggie is loyal to her and takes care of her to the end. It’s a story of hope and despair. Some things can be fixed or overcome; others cannot. Most of the people in Shuggie’s life think they don’t count anymore, that they’ve been cast aside. It’s a feeling I believe some in our own country have and it’s not good.

There’s plenty of Scottish working-class dialect in the book and it takes a few pages to get used to it, but the book is very well-written and you’ll get used to it.

It’s a great book, immersive and affecting. You will say ‘wow’ when you finish it.

Posted by Tom in Books, Literature

Winter Wednesday

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Canada…

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On this day in 1973, Carly Simon started a three week run at number one on the US Singles Chart with this.

Posted by Tom in Humor, Music, sixties and seventies

Tuesday Time!

Bada Bing!

I started a band called “Blanket”.It’s a cover band.

How does a farmer find new cows to buy?He looks through the cattlelog.

British English has only three vowels: A, I, O.They have left E.U.

Therapist: Your wife says you never buy her flowers is that true?Him: To be honest, I never knew she sold flowers.

I just got accepted in a porn movie role.I’m the husband going to work.

My wife said to me, “You’re shagging that girl from Llanfairpwllgwyngyllwyrndrobwyllllantisiliogogogoch, aren’t you?”I said, “How could you say such a thing?”

Hooters is trying to stay afloat during this pandemic so they are starting door to door service thus a name change is in order.They will now be known as Knockers.

Doctors have just discovered another deadly pathogen, they are calling it the Peekaboo Virus.Doctors are sending anyone with Peekaboo, straight to ICU.

Whenever my enemies are badly cut, I never throw salt in their wounds.That would be adding in salt to injury.

What do you call a woman standing in the middle of a tennis court?Annette.

What do you call it when you’re milking a cow, and the milk goes everywhere but in the bucket?Udder chaos.

Is it a solar or lunar eclipse where the sun passes in front of the moon?Neither. That would be an apoca-clipse.

Two men were hunting deep in the woods one late afternoon. As the sun set over the horizon, the two hunters realized they were lost. Finding themselves outside of signal range and miles from civilization, they mulled over their options for rescue.”Oh,” one man perked up, “I remember reading that if you fire three shots in the air, it’s a sign of distress for anyone in the area.”With a nod from his friend, the young man fired three shots into the air. After waiting another twenty minutes and seeing no sign of help, they fired three more times. After waiting another half hour, the two shared a glance of desperation.”I don’t think this is working.””Yeah,” his friend responded, “and we’re running out of arrows.”

Today is the birthday, in 1950, of Chris Stein, co-founder and guitarist of the New Wave band Blondie. Here is one of the many songs he composed along with the lead singer, Debbie Harry. I like this song.

Posted by Tom in Humor, sixties and seventies

First Monday!

I was sad to read of the death of Gerry Marsden. He and his group, Gerry and the Pacemakers, were so popular in the Liverpool area that the Beatles considered them their number one rival in the early days. Here is one of their hits.

Posted by Tom in Humor, sixties and seventies

August Macke

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View into a Lane – August Macke 1914

Today is the birthday (in 1887) of August Macke – a leading German Expressionist painter. He was born in a small town in Westphalia. His father was a building contractor and his mother was from a farming family. He grew up in Cologne and attended the Kunstacademie in Dusseldorf along with other notable painters.

He was a leading painter of some avant-garde art movements – he dabbled in Fauvism with its wild brush strokes and strong colors and moved into the then-current German movement of Expressionism which sought to show the world from a subjective perspective, distorting it for emotional effect to produce moods or ideas.

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Tightrope Walker – August Macke 1913

I like his work. He wasn’t afraid to try new and different things but, unlike some more abstract art, I find his work quite accessible. I particularly like his use of color.

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Lady in a Green Jacket – August Macke 1913

Like many young men of the time his life and career were cut short by the tragedy of World War I. He was called up in August of 1914 along with millions of others and was killed in Champagne, France on 26 September 1914 about a month later. His last work, Farewell, depicts the mood of gloom after the outbreak of the war. He was 28.

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Farewell – August Macke 1914
Posted by Tom in Art