James Kelman How Late It Was, How Late SIGNED & QUOTED First UK Edition

Kelman, James

ISBN 10: 0436232928 / ISBN 13: 9780436232923

Published by Martin Secker & Warburg Ltd, 1994

About this Item

A first UK edition, first print of How Late It Was, How Late signed and quoted by James Kelman. Winner of the 1994 Booker Prize. Author s signature and quote taken from the book: You hope it works out. But if it doesnay it doesnay. What can you do? Eff all. Condition: Overall the book and unclipped dustjacket are in very good condition. ISBN: 0 436 23292 8 Format: Hardback Publisher: Secker & Warburg Published: 1994.

Seller Inventory # ABE-1755619707705

Bibliographic Details

• Title: James Kelman How Late It Was, How Late SIGNED & QUOTED First UK Edition
• Publisher: Martin Secker & Warburg Ltd
• Publication Date: 1994
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0436232928
• ISBN 13: 9780436232923
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition: 1st Edition
• Condition: Near Fine
• Dust Jacket Condition: Near Fine
• Signed: Signed by Author(s)

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Synopsis

This is the tale of a man whose life is in a mess. While drunk, he has a row with his girlfriend, is involved in a fracas with the police, and appears to go blind. But this is just the start. The novel won the 1994 Booker Prize.

Review

"Ye wake in a corner and stay there hoping yer body will disappear, the thoughts smothering ye; these thoughts; but ye want to remember and face up to things, just something keeps ye from doing it, why can ye no do it; the words filling yer head: then the other words; there's something wrong; there's something far far wrong; ye're no a good man, ye're just no a good man." From the moment Sammy wakes slumped in a park corner, stiff and sore after a two-day drunk and wearing another man's shoes, James Kelman's Booker Prize-winning novel How Late it Was, How Late loosens a torrent of furious stream-of-consciousness prose that never lets up. Beaten savagely by Glasgow police, the shoplifting ex-con Sammy is hauled off to jail, where he wakes to a world gone black. For the rest of the novel he stumbles around the rainy streets of Glasgow, brandishing a sawed-off mop handle and trying in vain to make sense of the nightmare his life has become. Sammy's girlfriend disappears; the police question him for a crime they won't name; the doctor refuses to admit that he's blind; and his attempts to get disability compensation tangle in Kafkaesque red tape. Gritty, profane, darkly comic, and steeped in both American country music and working class Scottish vernacular, Sammy's is a voice the reader won't soon forget. --Mary Park