Young Mungo is a book that very much continues where Shuggie Bain left off. It’s not a sequel, but if you squinted a bit, it certainly could be. The world is the same - the grinding poverty of the Glasgow tenements in the late twentienth century, Shuggie’s Sighthill looming over the background of various scenes. The central character is again a boy coming to terms with his sexuality in unforgiving circumstances, while simultaneously devoting much of his love and energy to an alcoholic mother, with the same complement of older siblings as Shuggie. In short, if you loved his debut, you’re not going to find yourself wildly thrown off by the contents of this one. There are, of course, differences. Mungo is a fair bit older than Shuggie, already somewhat adapted to the reality he needs to at least try to fit into; similarly devoted to his disastrous mother, but less reliant on her and therefore slightly more open to possibilities beyond her world; and with at least sense of the possibility of escape.

How Late it Was, How Late covers the aftermath of a “lost weekend” for 38-year-old ex-convict Sammy. It’s a stream-of-consciousness inner monologue in which we find Sammy learning to cope with sudden blindness, seemingly induced by a police beating. He remembers nothing of the previous two days’ drinking binge, and has seemingly been left by his partner Helen, following a fight which kicked off the weekend’s events.