A review by sarah_dietrich
How Late It Was, How Late by James Kelman

3.0

James Kelman's Booker Prize winning How Late It Was, How Late is an excellent example of stream-of-consciousness. Kelman really takes us inside the head of our newly-blind protagonist - the disorientation, helplessness and paranoia are conveyed masterfully. This is one of those books that I wished I enjoyed more, but I just didn't. I wasn't that big a fan of the structure and found the ending unsatisfying. I'm probably being unfair on poor Kelman, because I had just got done reading Lanark, also set in Glasgow & written with lots of Scottish slang, and it's a tall order to measure up to Lanark.