Who thinks the law has anything to do with justice? It’s what we have because we can’t have justice.
Now onto pastures entirely new. Enjoyed my trip to Scotland for the Bloody Scotland Festival so much that I wanted to get into some iconic Scottish crime fiction. I saw William McIlvanney around the festival (too star-struck to speak to him, mind you), so thought I’d give his 1977 Tartan Noir novel ‘Laidlaw’ a try.
So far it seems of a language and time all of its own, distilled Glasgow in a timeless stasis. It has my attention in full. In fact I feel a bit like it has got me by the throat. Sensational.