No Mean City

Scotland is often imagined in the register of deep time: mountains scarred by glaciers, islands flung deep into the Atlantic, glens hollowed out by water and ice. Such wild places have inspired some of the nation’s most enduring writing. Yet for centuries, many Scots have lived not out in the hinterlands but in close quarters […]

The Reign of Saturn

The life of John Buchan reads like one of his adventure stories: as a storyteller and statesman, intelligence officer and international thinker, he roamed both continents and careers alike, leaping from one cliffhanger to the next. For all his public success, however, Buchan remains a curiously elusive figure. Was he the stiff Edwardian man of […]

Help! Murder! Polis!

Detective works were once seen as London’s domain – imperial in tone and centrally composed, unfolding in gentleman’s clubs and smoky drawing rooms. Yet long before fictional fact-finders patrolled Baker Street or puzzled over locked-room mysteries in Mayfair, the real work of modern urban policing was being pioneered further north – not in Scotland Yard […]

Cooking the Books

From oats and barley grew the Land o Cakes, a deceptively sweet and fluffy moniker for a place of rough terrain and lashing rain. A thrifty lot, the early Pictish settlers mastered the art of making hearty food from scant resources and turning water into heather ale to warm the throat. Although the days of […]

Rememoir this?

[…] memory and its fictions still revolve, as one by one the years climb to the attic and the thickening dust. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​​ ​ ​ ​ ​Norman Kreitman, ‘Clearing the Attic’ If we […]

Halfway to Paradise

When Thomas More sketched out his vision in the sixteenth century of a sun-struck island idyll bobbing away merrily in the Atlantic swell, he ignited a centuries-long quest in dreamers and seekers across the world: the search for Utopia. Some took the sun as their guide, heading south in their pursuit of perfection; others, seduced […]

Every Day’s A Schuil Day

Education and Literature are old school friends. With buttoned-up blazer and responsible shoulders, Education sits at the front of class, passing to its peers the tools needed to navigate the world that loiters restlessly at the gates. Literature, that wild-eyed dreamer, lurks at the back of the room, scars the desk with secrets and stories, […]

Ajockalypse Now

Whether it appears in the form of anthrax island, a vibrating nuclear presence on the west coast, or, indeed, a deadly virus, each decade appears to unleash new potential for human devastation in Scotland and beyond. Waters rise, social unrest threatens, an invisible, digital, all-seeing eye tracks our every move – and so we go, edging […]

Telling Tales

‘Trust the story. … the storyteller may dissemble and deceive, the story can’t; the story can only ever be itself.’ – And the Land Lay Still, James Robertson 2022 marks a celebration across the nation for Scotland’s Year of Stories – but what is a story without its storyteller? (A question on which I, and […]

Notional Boundaries

Should you ever find yourself roaming through woodland somewhere between the Rivers Sark and Esk, you might stumble across a long, linear, rather unassuming earthwork. You would be forgiven for carrying on your merry way without so much as a glance down at the unremarkable ditch-flanked bank, but stop! Haste ye back and look upon […]

what I love about newspapers is their etaoin shrdl

In the beginning – before the chapbooks and non-stop news cycle, the tabloids and Twitter – there was the word of mouth. In Scotland, town-criers shouldered the responsibility of sharing news among the local community, banging the clap to alert the townsfolk to new bylaws, official proclamations, or the arrival of fresh herring. While the […]

Edwin Only Helped

Anyone who has read Jacky Fleming’s The Trouble With Women will be familiar with Schopenhauer’s theory of masculine “Genius Hair”. Anyone who has looked at a picture of Hugh MacDiarmid – and witnessed therein a man trying, by force of will, to transform himself into a thistle – will know what “Genius Hair” looks like. […]

Bad Harsk Speech and Lewit Barbar Tung

Translation it is that openeth the window, to let in the light; that breaketh the shell, that we may eat the kernel; that putteth aside the curtain, that we may look into the most Holy place; that removeth the cover of the well, that we may come by the water. —King James Bible, 1611: ‘The […]

Northern-ness

In 2017, we published our first issue on Scottish island writing, looking at works from, and set in, Scotland’s Western isles. A monstrous whale of a task, and we barely got our camp-fire going on its back before it sounded, and left us bobbing in the green Atlantic swell. But where would we be if […]

Glamourie

… I strolled on through the wood’s good offices, and duly fell to wondering if I hadn’t simply made it all up: you, I mean, everything, my entire life. Either way, nothing now could touch me bar my hosts, who appeared as diffuse golden light, as tiny spiders examining my hair . . . from […]

See You?

We are often urged, by such disparate individuals as Robert Burns and Boris Johnson (for, we suspect, very different reasons) to ‘see oursels as ithers see us!’ And, thanks to a large diaspora, a global media, and a strong graphic stereotype, we Scots are quite used to spotting our reflection in a variety of distorting […]

That Promethean Spark

In some ways the most real and rooted people whom Sandy knew were Miss Gaunt and the Kerr sisters who made no evasions about their belief that God had planned for practically everybody before they were born a nasty surprise when they died. Later, when Sandy read John Calvin, she found that although popular conceptions […]

The Tangle o the Isles

The earth belongs unto the Lordand all that it containsexcept for the West Highland piersfor they belong to MacBraynes—Anon. Islands are finite spaces enclosed by boundaries of indeterminate extent. This is a result of the Coastline Paradox, and specifically the Richardson Effect, to wit: the sum of the segments is inversely proportional to the common […]

Not of the Race of Adam

Fairies — the Little People, the People of Peace; the Sigrave;th; the Tuatha dé Danaan — are an interstitial race. They lurk around the edges, on the borderlands and in the margins, and out the corner of your eye … Scotland is blessed with more peripheries (and peri-fairies) than most other nations, so it’s no surprise to find their tracks scattered across this country’s stories, and laced into its history.

Century Notes

Do I contradict myself?Very well then I contradict myself,(I am large, I contain multitudes.)— Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’ Naomi Mary Margaret Mitchison, Baroness Mitchison, CBE (née Haldane; 1 November 1897–11 January 1999). How does one do justice to a writer who lived for over a hundred years? Who witnessed almost every single day of […]

Watching Us, Watching You

NOTICE: THIS ARTICLE HAS BEEN REDACTED IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE PROVISIONS OF THE DEFENCE OF THE REALM (SCOTLAND) ACT This issue, The Bottle Imp gets political. We’ve got our ear to the ground, but you never know who’s listening … Politics, skulduggery and spies, enemies both foreign and domestic! Scotland’s writers ███ ██ ████████ ████ ████████████ ██ […]

The Lie of the Land

It requires great love of it deeply to readThe configuration of a land— from ‘Scotland’, by Hugh MacDiarmid Scotland is the land of the Scots. To what extent are the Scots the people of the land which bears them? It is a multitudinous terrain, from the lowing depths of the Devil’s Beef-tub in Annandale to […]

Unwept, Unhonoured, and Unsung

It has become fashionable, of late, to point out that the novels of Sir Walter Scott are scarcely read, now; to remark that few would willingly pick up Waverley, let alone give shelf-space to Peveril of the Peak (it killed Prince Albert and it can do the same for you). Often this is framed within the kind of […]

Their Knife in Your Glands

In medicine the most practicianis,Lechis, surrigianis and phisicianis,Thame self fra ded may not supple:Timor mortis conturbat me.—William Dunbar, ‘Lament for the Makaris, Quhen He Was Seik’ The Scots have a peculiar relationship with medicine. On the one hand, we have pioneered many of the most important developments in medical science: world-shaking highlights include, but are […]


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