Arthur Conan Doyle, Auld Lang Syne, Captain Hook, George Douglas Brown, Ivanhoe, J.M Barrie, Lew Grassi Gibbon, Long John SIlver, Peter Pan, Pirates, Robert Burns, Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish literary giants, Sherlock Holmes, Sunset Song, Tam o'Shanter, The House with the Green Shutters, Treasure Island, Walter Scott
‘Wha’s like us—damn few and they’re all deid.’ as we say here in Scotland. In keeping with my little Scottish theme, I had planned on having this post up on Tuesday but as Rabbie
himself would have said, the best laid schemes o’ mice and men etc, etc, etc, went so far a gley. Don’t you just love it when your PC gets kow-powed by an update? As I sat biting me nails wondering if my data had indeed been swiped, I managed to cobble together a sort of Frankensteinian affair.
Feeling it is preferable to shove bamboo shoots beneath ones fingernails either. Although when it flagged up it had recovered from a serious malfunction after I kicked it defo showed it had some sense. It is called booting your PC I believe. Preferably in its steel goolies.
Anyway Scots’ literary giants. Wha’s like us? Plenty. Every country has its giants.
But I’m suggesting that maybe that’s the toast those in the main picture would drink to one another. Unless of course they were — For a small nation, let’s look at just what these Scots’ literary gents gave the world.
Let’s start with Rabbie, Scotland’s ploughboy poet. Do you know he even inspired my top commenter Ranting Crow to write this for a sort of joke?
But the all deid bit is.A silver tongue and matching looks
had farmers boy write poetry books
a coin for his addiction he crave
left him dead and poor in his grave
not a single day he lived alone
When thousand visited his resting stone
Who hasn’t heard of Auld Lang Syne, or Tam O’Shanter?
And all right, Burns wrote in Scots. but let’s not forget his
‘But pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. And like a snowflake in the river One moment here, and then gone forever…….Or like the rainbow’s lovely form. Evanishing amid the storm.’
I know a descendant on his mother’s side. The guy’s first name…Barrie, spelt a la J.M..
Long John Silver, creation of Robert Louis Stevenson who ranks amongst the 26 most translated authors in the world and someone who “seemed to pick the right word up on the point of his pen, like a man playing spillikins’ according to G.K Chesterton. Robert Louis also gave us —Talking world famous characters, let’s move to another author, another creation….
Many faces, one creation. Sherlock Holmes, all the work of the Edinburgh born Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Not telling you who my fav Sherlock is. There’s ones I haven’t even included.
Next up….Sir Walt. My lord, another baronet. I have to say I am not a big fan of Sir Walt and yeah it peed me off big time that Ivanhoe married Rowena.
(A visit to specsavers was in order)
But Scott’s place on the world’s stage is still assured with that story.
Now this one above IS a fav mine even if Grassic Gibbon might not rank with the A listers. He still made his mark with his stream-of-consciousness and lyrical use of dialect and the book is considered one of the most important Scottish novels of last century. The pity was he died young.
Gibbon’s took his inspiration from another fav of mine, George Douglas Brown, an illegitimate farmer’s son, who died even younger. Unfortunately it was the year before the release of his classic story, The House With The Green Shutters, a book that broke the kail-yard stereotype. A sort of grand gothic affair almost in terms of a family and what can befall them against the backdrop of Barbie…oh not the doll, the fictional place. It’s well worth reading if you don’t know it.
I’m sticking here for today. I still have my films to get to next and a load more stuff to install on my revitalised PC.