This picture is the reason I'm writing this entry. I was in the middle of drying my hair and reading A Scots Quair and I realised that I had to see a picture of this man who writes like nobody else. In this novel, which is a trilogy, I feel Scotland. I am not familiar with the places it describes, nor am I familiar with the Scotland and its people who felt the Great War, but the words capture my country in a way I never thought possible. The prose is realist, but it is far richer and has more dimensions than any other realist writing I have read. It makes me feel like modernist writing is meant to make its reader feel. It is completely alive. 'Only the land endures.'
Incredible.
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