Ryan’s Daughter………….. Tony Hogan Bought Me An Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma by Kerry Hudson

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Every town should have one!

Every town should have one!

…………There’s a so-called award in Scotland for the most dismal town called the ‘Plook on a Plinth’ ( a ‘Plook’ is the delightful colloquial term we Scots give to a pimple!). The nominees for this award for the most dismal, awful town in Scotland for 2014 pitted my home town of Greenock against Aberdeen. Which is the home town of that aforementioned ‘Ryan’s daughter’!

For in this case it is Iris Ryan’s daughter, Janie, the central character in the wonderful Tony Hogan Bought Me An Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma!!! So in some senses I was maybe destined to get on with this book for our home towns have much in common. But my praise for this wonderful novel is based on much more than just the affinity Janie Ryan and I both have with crap Scottish towns!

Janie Ryan is the next desendent in a line of Aberdonian fish wives, women who live on the sharpest edge of poverty……….. with the sharpest of tongues and the sharpest of attitudes to match. The story follows her from her birth to adolescence, through a succession of fresh starts, shitty houses and even shittier ‘new Dad’s’. Janie makes just about as inauspicious start to life as anybody can, with early flirtations with care and women’s refuges, and from that desperate start, things don’t get any better. Their early life is dominated by the spectre of Tony Hogan, an all-too-familiar blend of criminal ambitions and almost psychotic domestic violence. So begins the Ryan families ‘tour’ of the best that the North, South, East and West of the UK have to offer in the way of sink-housing-estates in dead-end towns, ranging from Aberdeen to Canterbury, Great Yarmouth to Coatbridge. And in each one its a succession of benefits offices, Social Security BandB’s, and diets shaped by corner shops and frozen food.

'It was first called 'The Dole Cheque Kid' and then 'Echoes of Small Fires' and finally found its perfect incarnation in Tony Hogan... which was the result of a collaborative process between myself, my editor and agent'

Kerry Hudson on choosing the title of Tony Hogan in 2012

One of the things I loved most about this novel is the way poverty and the bloody hard life Janie and her family lead is almost a character in itself. It just pervades every bit of the novel, and it’s done without a hint of cliche or sentimentality – and as result it’s quite stark and very real but it doesn’t drag the novel down either – it’s certainly distressing to read but it doesn’t mean the novel turns into some grim-fest! Equally though, you can’t read this and not think about what it is actually like to be living in this kind of poverty, when the highlight for kids like Janie comes in the shape of pathetically ordinary treats like an ice-cream, or in the joy she finds in local libraries. And it’s not any different for her mother for hers is a world where you live on bread, margarine and tins of creamed rice all the way from Thursday to Monday waiting for the next weekly pittance of a dole cheque to turn up.

It’s also a novel that treads that fine balance between describing how desperate their lives are at times and giving out some hope for a better life for Janie – all without decending into the realms of schmaltz! Janie, her mother and her sister are such strong and believable characters you can’t help but root for them, overlook their faults, forgive them every time they fuck things up themselves and admire their ability to somehow get back up every time they are knocked down – and sometimes that’s literally by a nutter like Tony Hogan. So some of it is very uncomfortable, for these families don’t measure their luck in terms of whether or not there’s domestic violence but in terms of where it sits between the odd slap and grievous bodily harm. They live in worlds strewn with dog shit, used needles, loan sharks and handouts.

Exuberantly foul-mouthed in style, Tony Hogan is part coming-of-age novel, part deadbeat picaresque

The Guardian

July 2013

So it’s awful to read but for all the poverty, grime, violence and despair, it’s also incredibly uplifting in places for it’s as much a novel about family love and family loyalty. Those family bonds definitely waiver and at times they get stretched to breaking point but they never actually break. There’s a fierce determination to these characters, and though they are the first to recognise and brutally confront the flaws in one another, they are also the first to defend and support one another.

Tony Hogan Bought Me An Ice Cream isn’t a novel to read if you are offended by the odd swear word here and there – from the first sentence it’s there in what might be appropriately termed ‘shitloads!’ But I think it works and it fits, so it never felt like it was done for effect. Of course that might be something else I have in common with Janie Ryan for I once heard someone describe Glaswegians as people who could deliver a meaningful sentence of 10 words even when nine of the 10 words is ‘fuck!”. While I can see how it might put some people off, rather than be shocking, I thought it was the dialogue that made this book so brilliantly realistic to me.

Overall I loved this book – or absolutely fucking loved it as Janie herself might have said! In fact I loved it so much, as soon as I finished reading it I went off and got the audiobook and entertained myself all over again as I walked the dog, listening again to the life story of Janie Ryan. And I discovered the audiobook is just as raw, just as gripping and just as fantastic to listen to as the book is to read.

Hackney Citizen July 2013

‘The language is raw and visceral. Smells and senses are important and scratchy school jumpers, spam-like complexions, bodily functions and copious amounts of chip grease ooze from the pages of the book’

Boston Globe January 2014

‘…….it’s the ladies who steer this story. Meet the Ryans, a multigenerational family of Aberdeen, Scotland, women battling poverty, drug culture, and the vagaries of Thatcher’s Britain with their own instinctive weapons…’

Louise Welsh in Scottish Herald

‘………more than just one of the best debuts of the year; one of the best books of the year. It should do for Aberdeen what Trainspotting did for Edinburgh!’

So even if you’ve never been to Aberdeen or Coatbridge or Greenock, I’d thoroughly recommend you try ‘Tony Hogan’. It will give you a view about life in a place that might be in line for a ‘Plook On A Plinth!” and introduce you to women who will make you smile, cry and cringe all at the same time.

I’ve frequently heard the joke that the only good thing to come out of Scotland is the M74 motorway to England – Tony Hogan Bought Me An Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma is a novel that shows just what a pile of shite that theory is!

Book Rating - 10

Kerry Hudson's "Tony Hogan Bought Me An Ice Cream Float Before He Stole My Ma" was published by Chatto and Windus and I bought my copy. The subsequent audiobook I listened to was narrated by Jane McFarlane and was produced by Random House Audiobooks.


To put not too fine a point on it, it’s a book that’s won an absolute shitload of awards and well deserved it is too! Among it’s accolades were a nomination for the Guardian First Book Award, the Green Carnation Prize and the Saltire Scottish First Book Of The Year Award. If you’re interested in finding out more about Kerry Hudson, she tweets a lot (often about food and recently storms in Buenos Aires!) and you can follow her @KerrysWindow – she also has her own site here which is well worth a look.

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