
Young Mungo
Reviews

Similar to Shuggie Bain, a queer story that would be trite, if it weren’t as nuanced and well realized as it is. Far from a caricature, characters—once you spend time with them—are almost painfully transparent in their actions, telegraphing the trajectory of their lives, trapped in destructive patterns they usually can’t perceive, or willfully obfuscate. This is a book that justifies Mungo as the protagonist by way of his perception of the numerous forks in the road constructing his own pattern. It doesn’t make the choices any easier, though. Mungo’s actions aren’t foregone, but surrounded by the people he is, eliding the path which won’t constantly batter him into the rough shape of “a “real” man, proves to be at at a cost. As with Shuggie, I really liked this. Solidly constructed and well executed… But similarly to this, I didn’t go mad for it, either. I suspect I’ll be in the minority again on that front, though.





Highlights

“Imagine all that fear and disappointment clogged up in there, and nobody stopped to ask him about it, to ask if he was happy in his life, if he was coping. None of the men could tell ye how they really felt, because if they did, they would weep, and this fuckin’ city is damp enough.”

Jodie had the peculiar courage of a girl who never expected to be hit by a man

I want to live somewhere where people aren’t always leaving. I don’t mind being alone. It’s the fact they keep fucking off, again and again.

So many lives were happening only two miles away from his and they all seemed brighter than his own.