The Green Isle of the Great Deep by Neil M Gunn

Polygon, 2006, 276 p, plus 5p Foreword by Diarmid Gunn. First published 1944.

In this book we return to the pairing of Young Art and Old Hector from a novel which I read in 2016.

After a night where the adults of Clachdrum talk about ongoing events in Hitler’s Germany and the terrifying thought that your mind could be broken, the pair go on a fishing expedition.

While attempting to catch a salmon they fall into the pool and apparently drown, waking up in another world, the Green Isle of the Great Deep of the title. This is a place which is recognisably Scottish rural, but with variations. A watcher tells them to travel to the Seat of the Rock and warned only to stay at the Inns along the way.

The land is fertile and fruit abundant but they are warned not to eat it, only to eat at the inns. However, Art is fractious, does not want to stay at the inns and eats the fruit, with no ill effects.

There are, of course, biblical connotations to this, but also questions of free will. On the Green Isle, life is regimented – an allegory of Nazi Germany, true, (there is talk of expansion into other lands,) but equally applicable to the feudally circumscribed life of the Highlands.

While Art makes the most of his ability to roam, escaping the clutches of the authorities Hector falls into their sway. He finds that fruit was forbidden “so that man would be restored to his original innocence,” be without blemish, the perfect worker, do all things he was told to do, all to ensure perpetual order. Hector is told “obedience is the highest of virtues.”

Art is sought out by the Hunt but continues to evade his pursuers, which leads to doubts spreading at the Seat.

There are echoes in the novel of George MacDonald’s Phantastes (though Gunn is much the better writer) and similarities to Gunn’s later novel The Well at the World’s End.

Many of Scottish fiction’s dealings with the fantastic feature meetings with the Devil. The Green Isle of the Great Deep is different in that here Hector demands from the Seat a meeting with God – and gets it. This gives Gunn the opportunity to philosophise about totalitarianism and freedom, knowledge and wisdom, thinking and feeling and the necessity for governance to be tempered by wise counsel, armed with which Hector and Art can return to life in Clachdrum.

Pedant’s corner:- a missing comma before a piece of direct speech, focused (focused,) “spoke to her husband an pointed to” (and pointed to,) “their bodies quivered and shrunk” (and shrank,) ogam (now spelled ogham.)

The Dumbuck Hotel

I featured Dumbuck Hill a few posts ago. The hotel named after it – usually refrred to simply as “The Dumbuck” was for a long time the premier location in Dumbarton for functions such as wedding receptions and funeral teas.

Sadly the hotel fell into disuse and suffered a fire last year.

When we visited in Augst 2024 the former hotel was in the process of demolition. Another part of my childhood and adolescence gone.

Hotel being demolished:-

Ruins of Dumbuck Hotel, Dumbarton

Hotel ruins, Dumbuck Hill in background:-

Dumbauck Hotel Ruins

View from hotel’s rear (over a high fence, hence the poor focus):-

Dumbuck Hotel Ruins From Over Wall at Back

Marina Lewycka

I was sad to read of the death of Marina Lewycka in Thursday’s Guardian.

I have read only one of her books, A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian, but it was memorable, even if I was less than effusive in its praise.

Marina Lewycka: 12/10/1946 – 13/11/2025. So it goes.

Not Friday On My Mind 93: Bad Moon Rising

For many people their favourite Creedence song but I always preferred Proud Mary as a 60s track and Have You Ever Seen the Rain? overall.

But I suppose this is iconic Creedence.

Creedence Clearwater Revival: Bad Moon Rising

 

If the Stars are Lit by Sara K Ellis

Luna Press, 2025, 198 p. Reviewed for ParSec 14.

Well. They do say you should start with a bang – and this novel does begin with a sentence reminiscent of the first in Iain Banks’s The Crow Road, though what unfolds is neither a bildungsroman nor (quite) a murder mystery but a decent enough piece of Science Fiction.

Viewpoint character Jocelyn Carsten (Joss,) is a hostage negotiator on the way home from managing a crisis on the planet Haitch when her passenger ship Tiktaalik suffers an explosion. She is still alive, just, but is injured, and is the sole survivor. All contact with the ship’s Central Hub – and the outside world – is lost. Only Harbour, the controlling intelligence of passenger mod Petal 4, is available to aid her.

After a trip to the med bay and an EVA to survey the damage to the ship, Harbour advises her to rest. When she wakes up there is another presence in the mod, a gemel; a holographic copy of Joss’s personality, but this has the physical appearance of her ex-wife, Alice Dray.

“A gemel” (the plural is also gemel) “is a sentient being generated from an individual’s psyche,” usually, but not always, taking on the appearance of their sires, “fuzzy copies of their progenitors, interpolated from memories and neurocircuitry, and can resemble their users to a disturbing degree,” but can be “warped by narcissists with fat wallets and the desire for more intimate personal assistants,” as had been the case with Gabrielle Vecher, on-site CEO for Haxen Mining Corps, and his gemel Malachi. Narcissus and Echo in the same package, thinks Joss. Gemel were not allowed physical bodies but, with safeguards, could patch into systems and control them from the inside. They “drew force from external sources, running off the excess electricity in the machines around them.”

This Not-Alice becomes a psychological prop for Joss and a device for the author to run Joss’s backstory past the reader, in instalments. Indeed, at times our access to Joss’s thoughts shifts between the present and her past memories with little or no signalling.

Joss’s rescue from isolation – when it comes (rather abruptly it must be said) – is by a military force co-commanded by none other than Alice Dray: the real one. Its mission is to investigate both why Tiktaalik and the tunnels on Haitch were blown up and to try to obtain the release of the humans still there held by gemel, an endeavour where Joss’s negotiating skills come to the fore. But Alice Dray’s co-commander – something of a loose cannon of the gung-ho military type – threatens to undermine Joss’s steps towards a solution of the situation.

It turns out Vecher had constructed a highly dangerous device deriving from mysterious markings on the tunnels on Haitch. And time is running out. “‘That thing Vecher made tore a hole in the fabric of the universe or whatever the hell you want to call it, and it’s growing, becoming less stable by the hour,’” says Joss during the negotiations.

Given her initial circumstances, Joss is unsurprisingly prone to periods of introspection and questioning both of herself and others.

Despite some problems with structure and pacing this is an engaging read and will push enough familiar buttons for SF readers to emerge satisfied.

The following did not appear in the published review.

Pedant’s corner:- Written in USian but with some British spellings. The planet Ross128 H’s nickname of Haitch is an egregious mispronunciation of that letter of the alphabet, “on a round-a-bout route” (roundabout – which was used elsewhere in the text for a meander -) once there was a single quotation mark where double ones are employed elsewhere, shlock (schlock,) back-peddling (back-pedalling,) hostage takers “174 million miles away” morphs to “140 million mile silences” during the communications gap, “sliding the stack of credits Joss had won back from her back across the table” (Joss was playing her opponent for the first time, so just ‘had won from her’.) “This is ….. based on …..?” (wasn’t a question so full stop, not question mark,) C02 (It’s not C zero two as was printed in the text, and the 2 ought to be a subscript,) “wracking your brain” (racking,) “sending some part of her ex’s upper-class snobbery would revolt” (sensing some part.) “‘Tell and I send you outside to repaint the serial number.’” (No clue. Who is Tell?) “what she can offer them are options” (I read ‘what she can offer them’ as a singular subject to the following verb; so ‘what she can offer them is options’,) “is different thing” (is a different thing.) “‘Ph damage right here’” (‘pH damage’ was meant and pH always has an upper case H and a lower case p – even at the start of a sentence,) “drowns out nothing but Callen’s voice” (everything but Callen’s voice,) “‘I pretty sure’” (I was pretty sure,) “for having sunken so low” (for having sunk so low.) “She doubts its convincing” (doubts it’s convincing,) “amid glow of the launch” (amid the glow of the launch,) a missing extraneous end quotation mark, a missing comma before the quotation mark at the end of a piece of dialogue. “‘How is that that they’ve got people down there?’”  (How is it that they’ve got…,) “‘if we so much get within the distance’” (if we so much as get within…,) “it takes her moment” (it takes her a moment.) “Alice takes her seat again and switching back to their private comm.” (and switches back to,) “the metal partition the separated them” (partition that separated them.) “A name that inferred family, and what she’d always been taught to mean trust, love and guidance” (and that she’d always been taught…,) “but do they do afford” (but they do afford,) “of the Florenz’ cargo bay” (the Florenz’s,) “breathing apparatuses” (the plural of apparatus is apparatus,) “nothing but the judder of the engine and the clatter of equipment as rattles against the bulkheads” (could be rewritten more clearly,) “‘I can’t let you can’t do this’” (either, ‘I can’t let you do this’ or, ‘You can’t do this.)

Refurbished War Memorial at Fulwell, Sunderland

I published my photo of the War Memorial at Fulwell here.

Recently I received a comment on that post from Phil Cockton saying “Look at it now,” so I made a search on the internet.

I found this BBC news page.

I have taken the liberty of copying the photo from it.

A group of six men and one woman standing in front of a sculpture which includes two large poppies in dark brownish red. Colin Wilbourn is in the middle and Michael Hartnack is next to him on the right. Mr Wilbourn has a white beard and a black hat. He is wearing a brown jacket. Hartnack is wearing a suit with a red poppy. He has a tie on.

For Armistice Day

The King’s Royal Rifle Corps Memorial on Menin Road, near Ypres (Ieper) Belgium:-

KRRC Memorial on Menin Road, Ypres, Belgium

Last Post at Menin Gate, May 2017:-

Modern Paintings at the Hunterian Art Gallery, Glasgow

Three modern paintings which caught my eye at the Hunterian Art Gallery (posts passim.)

John Byrne self-portrait:-

John Byrne Self-portrait, Hunterian Art Gallery

A landscape by Margot Sandeman:-

Landscape by Margot Sandeman, Hunterian Art Gallery

Grasses by Joan Eardley:-

Grasses by Joan Eardley,Hunterian Art Gallery

 

 

Last Post Ceremony, Menin Gate, Ypres

For Remembrance Day.

In 2017 we attended the Last Post Ceremony at the Menin Gate, Ypres (Ieper,) for the second time.

First set of bugle calls:-

Flag lowering:-

Flag Lowering, Menin Gate, 2017

End of Ceremony bugle calls:-

 

Paintings at Hunterian Art Gallery, Glasgow

Long time readers of this blog will know of my interest in the International Exhibitions held in Glasgow (1888, 1901,) the Scottish National Exhibition of 1911 and the Empire Exhibition of 1938.

Hence I was delighted to see this painting of the main building by William J Kennedy of the 1901 Exhibition on display at the Hunterian Art Gallery when we visited:-

Main Building, 1901 Glasgow International Exhibition, Hunterian Art Gallery

Charles Rennie Mackintosh submitted designs for some of that Exhibition’s buildings (as well as for the 1911 one) as noted in this :-

Charles Rennie Mackintosh Designs, Hunterian Art Gallery, Glasgow

And of course this picture of Dumbarton Rock and the River Clyde was irresistible:-

Dumbarton Rock,

Then there was this one by my favourite impressionist painter, Alfred Sisley, one of a series he painted of the church at Moret:-

Alfred Sisley Painting, Hunterian Art Gallery, Glasgow

Portrait of a child by Henry Rayburn:-

Portrait by Henry Rayburn, Hunterian Art Gallery, Glasgow

Not to mention a couple of Old Masters, The Entombment by Rembrandt:-

The Entombment by Rembrandt, Hunterian Art Gallery

and the one that stood out from across the room, Head of an Old Man by Rubens. It’s absolutely stunning:-

Portrait by Head of an Old Man by Rubens, Hunterian Art Gallery

 

 

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