‘Milkman’ by Irish Author, wins 2018’s Man Booker Prize

Anna Burns

Anna Burns has become the first Northern Irish winner to win the prestigious English literary award for her third full-length Novel ‘Milkman’. Anna’s two other novels were shortlisted erstwhile for the Orange Prize.

Milkman is a tale of gossip and hearsay, silence and deliberate deafness. It is the story of inaction with enormous consequences. This experimental novel is about a bookish 18-year-old girl who is forced into a relationship with an older man during the Troubles in Northern Ireland.

Anna, who lives in England, was born in Belfast and is the author of two previous novels, “Little Constructions” and “No Bones,” which was shortlisted for the Orange Prize. The “Milkman” novel was her third in the series.

Burns joins other Irish winners of the prize: Anne Enright (The Gathering, 2007); John Banville (The Sea, 2005); Roddy Doyle (Paddy Clarke, Ha Ha Ha, 1993); Iris Murdoch (The Sea, The Sea, 1978), and JG Farrell (Troubles, 1970, and The Siege of Krishnapur, 1973).

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The recipient of the Man Booker Prize gets 52,500 pounds (USD 69,223 or Rs 50.85 lakh INR).

The winner of 2017’s Man Booker Prize was “George Saunders” for the Novel “Lincoln in the Bardo”. Sales of last year’s winner were increased by 1,227 per cent after it won. Till date, it has sold 250,000 copies.

You can buy the Novel “Milkman” below.

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