Stoned, the crows

14 04 2018

The Crow Road by Iain Banks

 

‘It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony to Bach’s Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be death that drew me back to Gallanach.’
Prentice McHoan has returned to the bosom of his complex but enduring Scottish family. Full of questions about the McHoan past, present and future, he is also deeply preoccupied: mainly with death, sex, drink, God and illegal substances…
 
With some trepidation I recently re-read this early Iain Banks novel, now over 25 years old, having not done so since shortly after its publication, having loved it back then. I should not have been so worried, it remains a cracking yarn and definitely one of Banks’ best. Banks ploughed a distinctive furrow in contemporary fiction at the end of the last century and The Crow Road is an outstanding example of his work. Although some of the IT references may now seem a little quaint in the attempt to sound terribly cutting edge, nothing can distract from a great plot, well-drawn characters and a thoroughly compelling narrative.

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