oops I meant Robin Jenkins not Jarvis. Robin Jarvis writes an entirely different kind of book. Sorry. http://www.hi-arts.co.uk/mar05_feature_robin_jenkins.htm http://www.robinjarvis.com/homepage.html Rupert Sheffield -----Original Message----- From: lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Kahn, Rupert Sent: 10 June 2006 00:03 To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [lit-ideas] Scotish literature I've just finished reading Just Duffy by Robin Jarvis and it made me think of Andy's misanthropy and John's comment on optimism and literature and then Erin says she's off to Scotland. Synchronicity. The book is very dark indeed opening with a 16 year old Duffy being abandoned by his mother who is off for a "trial honeymoon" with her prospective husband. There'll be no place for him, she warns, if the trial is a success and marriage follows. The novel follows Duffy over the next few days as he declares war on hypocrisy accompanied by a small circle of delinquent acquaintances and watched over by his neighbours and by the great and good of Lightburn, a small town near Glasgow. Duffy's campaign and its consequences provide a gripping plot and at some point almost everybody behaves badly according either to the standards of the community or the standards they set themselves. Children are shown struggling into adulthood in a punitive environment where prostitution, physical abuse and neglect are normal. I'm not giving much away by saying that things end badly. And yet when I put the book down I wasn't depressed by it. The book has an optimistic core which I think has to do with its literary character. All the time that Duffy and some of the other characters make choices and judgements I made my own judgements reading. Or rather Jarvis led me to where I would accept the positive humanity of his most lumpen chaacters. There is also humour in the grimness. A fantastic cameo from a horrifically snobbish woman at a funeral who harrumphs because a dustbin man is allowed to speak, indifferent that he was a friend of the deceased, and a policeman who might have been modelled on Sergeant Howie in the Wicker Man as played by Edward Woodward. (Not to be confused with the forthcoming Nick Cage version of the Wicker Man whose policeman will, I have read, carry rosary beads and not be a virgin). The distinctive character of Scottish English is a pleasure too, oxters for armpits and houghmagandy for dirty sex. Has anyone else read Jarvis? Rupert Kahn Sheffield ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html