Iain Banks - Page 2
The Crow Road
It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in the crematorium, listened 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…
'Riveting… exhilarating… is pace, development, intensity and above all. Its hip and sexy humour never allow it to flag. With The Crow Road, Banks reinforces his credentials as one of the most able, energetic and stimulating writers we have in the UK' Time Out
'Done with considerable imaginative subtlety and a fine touch… As fine an d ambitious a novel as any from a Scottish writer since the 1960s' New Statesman and Society
'Beginning with a bang and ending with an exclamation mark, Iain Banks's tenth book in eight years would seem to confirm his position as the enfant explosif of the Brit pack' Scotland on Sunday
'He continuously proves himself master of two tricks: he marries pacy plot-lines with languorous literary diction, and he mixed a wealth of straight realism with flights of gothic fantasy' TLS
