“As in the original Laidlaw trilogy, the writing here is so sharp that nearly every sentence could split open a haggis. (And I defy even the most ardent fans of McIlvanney and Rankin to determine which man wrote which passages.) For instance, here's a pub owner thinking back to his youth about how lucky he was to escape life in the shipyards: ‘Schooldays had been little more than a stretched-out assumption that he and his kind were destined for manual labour.’ The doctrine of social class as predestination has rarely been presented so succinctly.”
Read the full review in the Minneapolis Star Tribune.
