Year of a Hundred books – #74 The Quarry

The QuarryThe QuarryIain Banks


I’ve never read anything by the late Iain Banks before, despite the fact he was one of the most prominent contemporary Scottish authors, and my dad had a fairly extensive collection of his Sci-fi works. As an upcoming Scottish Book Trust podcast is going to be discussing The Quarry,  Banks’ final work, published posthumously after he succumbed to cancer in May, I decided to give it a read.

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Year of a Hundred books – #61 The Gowk Storm

The Gowk StormThe Gowk Storm – Nancy Brysson Morrisson


If the Brontë sisters had been the daughters of a Church of Scotland minister in the Highlands, rather than a Church of England priest in Yorkshire, I think that one of them, probably Emily, would have written The Gowk Storm. It has many of the familiar tropes from the Brontë’s works: doomed love affairs, sparse moors, parental distance and tragic deaths, and even the presence of a single character speaking incongruously in dialect, though they are all given a very Scottish twist.

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Year of a Hundred books – #8 The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

The Prime of Miss Jean BrodieThe Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, by Muriel Spark


It was the thought that I don’t read enough Scottish literature, which led me to pick this book up on my wander round the library yesterday, and now that I’ve read The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, I think I’ve probably filled my quota for a while.

Although Edinburgh’s literary scene is now more likely to be identified as belonging to Ian Rankin, Irvine Welsh, or Alexander McCall Smith (or even worse, J.K. Rowling!), I don’t think I’ve ever read a book that better portrays a place than Brodie does of the area in which I live. It’s not so much about the place, Morningside and Merchiston are only mentioned once, and most of the recognisable action takes place either on Cramond, in the Braids, or the Royal Mile. (Confused yet? Don’t worry, here’s a map!). What makes this book so thoroughly Edinburgh is the character of Miss Jean Brodie herself. A junior school teacher, She’s domineeringly middle-class, judgemental, very concerned with appearances, and implacably arrogant.

That’s why she’s so frustrating, both for me, and for the people that encounter her. While the story is about Miss Brodie, it’s told through the eyes of “The Brodie Set”, six girls that she had adopted as her personal coterie. While Miss Brodie’s characterisation is clearly defined and expanded by dialogue and the plot, most of what we find out about the Set is told to us directly by the narrator. The only real exceptions are Sandy, the closest the novel comes to a protagonist, and Mary Macgregor, whom everyone despises (but is still, inexplicably part of this elite group of individuals). 

Immediately after I finished the book, which had taken me a bit less than two hours, my girlfriend asked in astonishment how High School English classes managed to drag it out over seven weeks. My somewhat dismissive response was that it’s the sort of book that the English Literature curriculum loves to dissect. It has a non-linear narrative, a unique authorial voice, social context, Historical context, and, in a twisted way, it’s about adolescence and coming of age.

After having slept on it, I realised that while I really didn’t like the book, any of its characters, or its narrative style, that doesn’t stop it from being a good book in a technical sense. Miss Brodie’s downfall in the eyes of her most loyal students as they age is, I suppose, the main thrust of the novel, and it is executed well. However, there is enough that is wrong with this book that even this realisation, and its excellent portrayal of a certain part of Edinburgh society, cannot make me say I liked it.