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The Ends of Our Tethers
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Product Description
Illustrated throughout with the author's own eccentric drawings, there are tales of love and loss as the body, ungracefully ages: stories of mischievous, old men and effective messages from Gray himself, proving he is not at the 'end of his tether'.
Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #370067 in Books
- Published on: 2004-07-30
- Original language: English
- Binding: Paperback
- 192 pages
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About the Author
ALASDAIR GRAY was born in Glasgow in 1934 and studied drawing and painting at the Glasgow School of Art. He has produced portraits and murals, and has written for TV, radio and stage. His works include Unlikely Stories; Mostly; 1982, Janine; Poor Things, which won the Whitbread Novel of the Year in 1992; and Lanark.
Customer Reviews
AN OCCASIONAL DEFENSE of Mr Gray
Unaccustomed as I am to the review process, the preceding comments gave me cause to write a response regarding the latest offering from the pen of Alasdair Gray.
Although not an 'aficionado', I have a number of Gray's eclectic prose and poetry on my shelf and it is true the stories presented in this collection are far removed from their predecessors. This is not to say that the short stories in 'The Ends of Our Tethers' are inferior to those found in 'Unlikely Stories, Mostly' or 'Ten Tales Tall & True' they are just different, in a similar way that 'Our Man in Havana' is different to 'Brighton Rock'.
In my opinion it is wrong to 'grade' writers according to their contemporaries, just as it would be wrong not to go to an Auerbach exhibition because all his paintings were similar and not as diverse as those of Lucian Freud.
'The Ends of Our Tethers' is full of Gray's usual meat and potatoes - political and cultural commentary all spooned over with a tasty, reduced, gravy of humorous libidinous proclivities. True, it lacks the fleshed out narrative tales that are scattered in his previous writing and some stories are almost footnotes, jottings even marginalia, but they are worthy of scrutiny nonetheless, and not just by 'aficionados'.
