By Iain Banks

I think I’d like to live in Stonemouth. In Scotland, on the coast – I imagine it all craggy and rocky, heather everywhere. There’s something about living near the sea, the reason of which is as illusive as the ocean itself.

Anyway, Stonemouth is a ‘coming home’ story. Stewart Gilmour, returning home to attend a funeral. He’d been run out of town five years previously for doing something, well, pretty stupid.

Banks has a way of writing that creeps up on you and before you know what’s happening you’re right in there, living alongside the characters: empathising, sympathising, shaking your head and thinking why’d you do that?.

Top marks to Banks. Can’t recommend it enough.

You’ll find it here.


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