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      <image:caption>Douglas Stuart is a NY Times bestselling author whose work has been translated in to over forty languages. His debut novel, Shuggie Bain, won the 2020 Booker Prize and was a finalist for the National Book Award. It was named both the Overall Book of the Year, and Debut of the Year at the British Book Awards, and was selected by the Sunday Times as one of ‘the 25 best novels of the 21st century’. His next novel, Young Mungo, was a Sunday Times #1 bestseller and a finalist for the Carnegie Medal. His latest novel John of John will publish in May 2026. His essays on gender, class and conformity have feature on Lit Hub and his short stories are published in The New Yorker. Born in Glasgow, Scotland, he has an MA from the Royal College of Art in London and Honorary Doctorates from the University of Glasgow and Heriot Watt University in Edinburgh. In a previous life he was a designer for Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, Kate Spade, and The Gap. Since 2000, he has lived and worked in New York City, although he spends as much time in Glasgow as he can.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Shuggie Bain - US Edition - Grove Press</image:title>
      <image:caption>“Astonishingly good, one of the most moving novels in recent memory.” —Hillary Kelly, Los Angeles Times “Compulsively readable… In exquisite detail, the book describes the devastating dysfunction in Shuggie’s family, centering on his mother’s alcoholism and his father’s infidelities, which are skillfully related from a child’s viewpoint… As it beautifully and shockingly illustrates how Shuggie ends up alone, this novel offers a testament to the indomitable human spirit. Very highly recommended.” —Library Journal (starred review) “There’s no way to fake the life experience that forms the bedrock of Douglas Stuart’s wonderful Shuggie Bain. No way to fake the talent either. Shuggie will knock you sideways.” —Richard Russo, author of Chances Are “A dark shining work. Raw, formidable, bursting with tenderness and frailty. The effect is remarkable, it will make you cry.” —Karl Geary, author of Montpelier Parade</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Shuggie Bain - UK Edition - Picador</image:title>
      <image:caption>“Rarely does a debut novel establish its world with such sure-footedness, and Stuart’s prose is lithe, lyrical, and full of revelatory descriptive insights . . . Reading Shuggie Bain entails a kind of archaeology, sifting through the rubble of the lives presented to find gems of consolation, brief sublime moments when the characters slip the bonds of their hardscrabble existence. That the book is never dismal or maudlin, notwithstanding its subject matter, is down to the buoyant life of its two principal characters, the heart and humanity with which they are described. Douglas Stuart has written a first novel of rare and lasting beauty.” —Alex Preston, Guardian “Douglas Stuart drags us through the 1980s childhood of ‘a soft boy in a hard world’ in a series of vivid, effective scenes . . . Shuggie Bain is a novel that aims for the heart and finds it. As a novel it’s good, as a debut very good, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see it progress from Booker longist to shortlist.” —John Self, Times (UK) “Shuggie Bain is an intimate and frighteningly acute exploration of a mother-son relationship and a masterful portrait of alcoholism in Scottish working class life, rendered with old-school lyrical realism. Stuart is a writer who genuinely loves his characters and makes them unforgettable and touching even when they’re at their worst. He’s also just a beautiful writer; I kept being reminded of Joyce’s Dubliners. I loved this book.” —Sandra Newman, author of The Heavens</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Found Wanting - Found Wanting</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New Yorker - Jan 13th 2020 “…I was ashamed of my glasses. They were the cheapest of government subsidized frames; the type that poor pensioners wore, or middle-class students, when they wanted to appear ironic. The lenses were so thick that my green eyes appeared jaundiced and only half the size they actually were. I never wore them when I should. So, I can’t quite picture the Solicitor’s face, but his car was black and German. It glided through the Glasgow smirr like a starling.   I dressed myself nice, and although I felt heavy sad, I waited for him outside Central Station as his letter had instructed me to. It was another dreich day, and my stiff denims sucked up the damp from the pavement. I remember the car was so new that the raindrops domed, and quickly defeated, they streamed off the coat of polisher’s wax. As I sat in his passenger seat, I had a peripheral sense that the man had an ordinary face, thin and forgettable, serious but not unkind. It was edged by a fresh haircut, short on the sides, feathered on the top. Without my glasses everything was aura, and his aura was the colour of liver paste…’ Click ‘The New Yorker’ to read the whole story;</image:caption>
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      <image:title>Contact - Contacts</image:title>
      <image:caption>US Agent: Anna Stein at CAA anna.stein@caa.com US Publicity: Michael Taeckens at Broadside PR: michaeltaeckens@gmail.com US Publicity: Deb Seager: dseager@groveatlantic.com UK Agent: Lucy Luck Lucy@lucyluck.com UK Publicity: Camilla Elworthy: c.elworthy@macmillan.co.uk Follow Douglas on: Instagram Twitter</image:caption>
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      <image:title>The Englishman - The Englishman</image:title>
      <image:caption>The New Yorker - Sept 7th 2020 “…It was those lemons I thought of, years later, lying in this stranger’s bed. The Englishman was standing over me and all I could smell was his Penhaligon’s cologne with its undertones of lavender and peppery, heady citrus.  I didn’t know how long William had been watching me sleep, but the curtains were alive with London sunlight. The day threatened a sticky sort of heat that we rarely enjoyed in the North. The air was heavy, as if there were too much of it crammed into the small room, and it didn’t hurry or sing like it did at home on the island. William was moving quietly, unaware that I was already awake. He set my tea upon the dresser. Then he carefully lifted my cotton bedsheet as though he were peeling a bandage from tender flesh.  His eyes travelled up my bare leg as it emerged from the sleep-twisted sheets. I pretended to be asleep. I let him travel. William ran his finger along my calf, then he tapped my anklebone gently. I stirred as if he had woken me. He was glowing—stewed pink from his morning bath—and everything about him smelled lemony and bright and feminine…” Click ‘The New Yorker’ to read the full story:</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Young Mungo - Grove Atlantic, US Cover</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Young Mungo - Picador, UK Cover</image:caption>
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