Product Description

SINCE ITS FIRST PUBLICATION in 1984, Night Falls in Ardnamurchan has become a classic account of the life and death of a Highland community. The author weaves his own humorous and perceptive account of crofting with extracts from his father's journal - a terse, factual and down to earth vision of the day-to-day tasks of crofting life. It is an unusual and memorable story that also illuminates the shifting, often tortuous relationships between children and their parents. Alasdair Maclean reveals his own struggle to come to terms with his background and the isolated community he left so often and to which he returned again and again. In this isolated community is seen a microcosm of something central to Scottish identity - the need to escape against the tug of home.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #32338 in Books
• Published on: 2003-10-27
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 224 pages

Review
'Marvellous; part elegy for a bitterly uneven marriage of man and nature, part excuse for unravelling his own roots' - Observer 'A master of elegant prose, and his book is a refreshing change from the usual diet of rural tales' - Sunday Tribune 'A brutally honest account of the author's family's attempt to come to grips with an unyielding earth' - The Scotsman

About the Author
BORN IN GLASGOW of Highland stock, Alasdair Maclean left school at fourteen to work in the Clydeside shipyards. National Service in the Merchant Marine followed and then service in the British and Indian Armies. He returned to Scotland to read English at Edinburgh University before returning home to Sanna in Ardnamurchan. A poet of some repute, this is his only book of non fiction.

Customer Reviews

What the Rough Guide doesn't tell you...
I returned to this book after visiting Ardnamurchan not just because I wanted a reminder of that starkly beautiful place but because I was haunted by Alistair Maclean's portrait of his father, which dominates the first half of the book. His upbringing could not be more different from my own, but the perceptive observations on the relationships between children and their parents struck a very resounding chord. The evocation of landscape is equally accurate, as anyone who has been to the wind-whipped hamlet of Sanna will appreciate. The second part which deals with Maclean's return to Ardnamurchan and his struggle to live and work there, is a little hard going, but worth persevering with. His sense of humour is also an unexpected bonus in what could be a relentless read.

A minor quibble about the cover photograph - very pretty and Colin Baxter but nothing like as appropriate as the original edition which was all shrunken crofts and overbearing cliffs. But a big hurrah to the publishers for unearthing what was the Lord Lucan of Scottish travel writing - the book I'd heard much about but had to wait years to actually read and have my own copy of.

A Beckoning Darkness.
This is a book of two distinctly different halves. The first is a series of extended responses to the short daily journal entries made by the author's father. The second section is a series of deeply personal reflections from the author in the year or so that follows his father's death.

The first section goes a very long way to shattering the romantic myth of self sufficient crofting farming methods. No matter how wonderful the landscape of western Scotland can seem to tourists and visitors, dragging a living from the unresponsive soil was no holiday. The volume of shear hard physical work needed simply to stay just (and often only just) ahead of the poverty line is remarkable. The fact that the authors father continued to work this way well into old age is even more remarkable. When you sit by a warm fire you should be grateful that you have not had to cut the peat it burns from a distant bog, as this family had to do.

With the exception of a few parts, two relationships are key to understanding this section of the book: the relationship between a man and his son, and the relationship between a man (the father) and his land. It is clear that they are both shaped by each other. Crofting is said to be "no exercise for fools. Or perhaps no exercise for wise men", which seems to sum up the conflict between the reality of the existence and the passion of this last crofter.

The second section of the book moves into darker territory. The death of both parents leaves a huge gap in the authors life and he moves back to his village of Sanna. If the first section of the book is about the battle of extracting a physical living from the land, this second section is about the battle for understanding, about gaining a spiritual life (but not the in a hide bound church sense of the word). Maclean is connected to the land, but he knows he has to leave. After a year he does this, moving to a small Scottish town. Although his views of some of the aspects of town life are understandable they do seem to lack compassion. How powerful are local councils? Can they really address the long term economic issues that have ripped the heart out of many areas? If they can only attend to local issues is it really just to call them a "cancer patient peering into his mirror for blackheads"? This section is ripe with anger, loss and frustration. While lapses into vitriol are understandable under these circumstances, this book is also without humour.

Just as his father battled against the loss of his land, so does the author. The father died still fighting, the author has moved away to survive and keep fighting. He admits that one day he will return, but he will know nothing of it.

This is a stunning book, and a worthy antidote to some of the more rose tinted accounts of life on the land. Very highly recommended.