Published in 1934, Magnus Merriman is a picaresque adventure, loosely autobiographical, chronicling the peaks and troughs of an Orkney-born adventurer. Beginning with a long précis of the hero’s war record and American escapades (covered in other loosely autobiographical Linklater novels), the story kicks off with half-cocked love affairs in London and Edinburgh, and a swift conversion to Scottish Nationalism. At the time, Scottish Home Rule was a minority movement, summarily dismissed as piffle in most drawing rooms and public houses, and failed to sweep the country like a malty broom of freedom bringing sovereignty to the whiny jocks. In 2020, Scottish Home Rule is an extremely hot potato—bursting aflame in the microwave, in fact—and increasingly popular in the wake of the Covid crisis and other Boris Johnson-flavoured clusterfecks of eye-gouging proportions, making this novel’s depiction of a farcical by-election more amusing and illuminating (Merriman is crushed by a cash-happy Tory). The writing is exquisitely erudite and witty, baroque on occasions, and certainly proves Linklater one of the finest prose artists from the Scottish lands of Scotland writing Scottishly.