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Romanno Bridge

Andrew Greig
In Another Light

Andrew Greig
That Summer

Andrew Greig

Andrew Greig, prize-winning novelist and poet, dedicates his latest novel "to the vanishing generation"--all who lived through the Second World War and That Summer, the summer of 1940 and the Battle of Britain. It is a heartfelt and eloquent homage to them all, but there is no distant memorialising here. Instead, its chapters, narrated alternately in two voices, Len's and Stella's, speak with wonderful immediacy and tactility. The naive and eager, yet quietly thoughtful Len is a 22-year-old fighter pilot and Stella, a radio operator who, a year older, is marginally more worldly. As the battle in the air intensifies, Stella sits at her screen watching the little falling blips, and imagining the young Fraulein on the other side of the Channel who is "my twin, my sister, my mirror. My enemy who is not my enemy", and worries about the foolhardiness of loving in wartime.
But love they do, in spite of and because of the exhausting dread, the anticipation and waiting, the ordinariness and impermanence of those haunting, sun-filled months. Noisy, frenetic pubbing, dancing, creeping home through the blackout darkness fills the ragged time in between Len's almost daily sorties in his "Hurri": "I thought of my fierce excitement just before I killed, and my numbness once I had, and then like Stella I said out loud, "What are we becoming?" And death permeates their very air.
On the 60th anniversary of the Battle of Britain, Andrew Greig has written a captivatingly memorable elegy; its language is alert and vivid and its emotional reach both rich and subtle. --Ruth Petrie
The Return of John MacNab

Andrew Greig
Preferred Lies: A Journey to the Heart of Golf

Andrew Greig
Preferred Lies: A Journey to the Heart of Scottish Golf

Andrew Greig
When They Lay Bare

Andrew Greig

When I Lay Bare is skilfully paced and unputdownable. Part thriller, part romance, it contains the promise of exceeding both these genres. At the very least, it breathes fresh life into a series of romantic clichés. A mysterious young woman moves into deserted Crawhill cottage on the estate of Sir Simon Elliot in the Borders. He fears she is the daughter of his mistress whom he loved passionately but may have murdered. What does the young woman want? Was her mother pushed or did she fall? Is she really Elliot's daughter? "If it wasn't the child, Sim wondered, who was she and what the hell was she doing moving into Crawhill? And if it was her, what had she came back for, why had she not come to see him? Instead she had taken up residence in the cottage and waited. What did the lassie want with Davy?"
The novel is, in a certain sense, the giving of flesh to a set of antique plates that the young woman brings with her. It moves perspectives continually and subtly. Sometimes the reader is inside the mind of Tat, the all-seeing spy of Elliot who may or may not have his own agenda; sometimes the perspective is that of Elliot or his son. Can the reader interpret the images on the plates more quickly and accurately than the characters? The overall effect is one of a vertiginous kaleidoscopic unfolding; the subtlety of the storytelling pushing hard against the kitsch of what is a truly gripping plot.--Neville Hoad
Electric Brae

Andrew Greig
Summit Fever: An Armchair Climber's Initiation to Glencoe, Mortal Terror and the Himalayan Matterhorn

Andrew Greig
Romanno Bridge

Andrew Greig
Summit Fever

Andrew Greig
This Life, This Life: Selected Poems 1970-2006

Andrew Greig
Summit Fever

Andrew Greig
Men on Ice

Andrew Greig
In Another Light

Andrew Greig
Kingdoms of Experience: Everest, the Unclimbed Ridge

Andrew Greig
A Flame in Your Heart

Andrew Greig, Kathleen Jamie
When They Lay Bare

Andrew Greig

When I Lay Bare is skilfully paced and unputdownable. Part thriller, part romance, it contains the promise of exceeding both these genres. At the very least, it breathes fresh life into a series of romantic clichés. A mysterious young woman moves into deserted Crawhill cottage on the estate of Sir Simon Elliot in the Borders. He fears she is the daughter of his mistress whom he loved passionately but may have murdered. What does the young woman want? Was her mother pushed or did she fall? Is she really Elliot's daughter? "If it wasn't the child, Sim wondered, who was she and what the hell was she doing moving into Crawhill? And if it was her, what had she came back for, why had she not come to see him? Instead she had taken up residence in the cottage and waited. What did the lassie want with Davy?"
The novel is, in a certain sense, the giving of flesh to a set of antique plates that the young woman brings with her. It moves perspectives continually and subtly. Sometimes the reader is inside the mind of Tat, the all-seeing spy of Elliot who may or may not have his own agenda; sometimes the perspective is that of Elliot or his son. Can the reader interpret the images on the plates more quickly and accurately than the characters? The overall effect is one of a vertiginous kaleidoscopic unfolding; the subtlety of the storytelling pushing hard against the kitsch of what is a truly gripping plot.--Neville Hoad
The Clouds Above

Andrew Greig
That Summer

Andrew Greig

Andrew Greig, prize-winning novelist and poet, dedicates his latest novel "to the vanishing generation"--all who lived through the Second World War and That Summer, the summer of 1940 and the Battle of Britain. It is a heartfelt and eloquent homage to them all, but there is no distant memorialising here. Instead, its chapters, narrated alternately in two voices, Len's and Stella's, speak with wonderful immediacy and tactility. The naive and eager, yet quietly thoughtful Len is a 22-year-old fighter pilot and Stella, a radio operator who, a year older, is marginally more worldly. As the battle in the air intensifies, Stella sits at her screen watching the little falling blips, and imagining the young Fraulein on the other side of the Channel who is "my twin, my sister, my mirror. My enemy who is not my enemy", and worries about the foolhardiness of loving in wartime.
But love they do, in spite of and because of the exhausting dread, the anticipation and waiting, the ordinariness and impermanence of those haunting, sun-filled months. Noisy, frenetic pubbing, dancing, creeping home through the blackout darkness fills the ragged time in between Len's almost daily sorties in his "Hurri": "I thought of my fierce excitement just before I killed, and my numbness once I had, and then like Stella I said out loud, "What are we becoming?" And death permeates their very air.
On the 60th anniversary of the Battle of Britain, Andrew Greig has written a captivatingly memorable elegy; its language is alert and vivid and its emotional reach both rich and subtle. --Ruth Petrie