David J Black

In To See Ourselves; A Personal History of Scotland Since 1950 Alistair Moffat assists those baby boomers among us who could never quite persuade our sceptical children how very different our cod liver oil and orange juice childhoods were from theirs.  The lost years 1945 to 1965 were a never-n

Travel writing, as a literary genre has many guises. The Fodors, Rough Guides, and Baedekers are on-the-hoof advisories. My 1912 Egyptian edition of the latter, for example, advised not shaving on the Nile for fear of your steamer striking a sandbank. James (later Jan) Morris’s 1960 classic on

Scotland has never quite had an artist like John Bellany, and probably never will again. Correction: delete ‘probably’. His work has had a force and an impact which few of his generation could replicate, and he was so doggedly sui generis that we must hesitate to classify him as simply S