I have read much of McCall Smith’s work, finding it a quiet respite from some more challenging reading about war, dysfunctional families and evil doers, but this is the first time I have encountered a book of his poetry. Begun during the pandemic when we were isolated and forced to be away from our regular activities and social contacts, this volume shows McCall Smith reflecting on his beloved Scotland and the things he values most in life: kindness, courtesy and friendships.
These pieces reflect his signature style, using the same conversational tone of his fiction and sharing with readers his reflections on a number of topics, some serious, some less so. He takes readers on his many travels pointing out both humorous signs he has come across and observations he has made about the culture, the people and the animals he sees. Some are common sights and some are scenes he has imagined and of course there is a section on reading and books. His comments make you think and sometimes chuckle silently to yourself.
Most pieces are preceded by a short paragraph, placing the poem in some sort of context and underlying each, is a lesson to be learned, wisdom to be shared and thoughtful insights about the world around us.
There are poems about signs that cite the history of conquests, as old and modern empires struggled against one another; one about those who believe in angels, messengers carrying the words of others, making announcements and dispensing warnings. McCall notes how some find these beings comforting, reassured with the knowledge they are not alone, and although they never find those beings they seek, they want that elusive quarry to exist. He speaks to the number of gods in India, where every hamlet has a humble shrine. Gods inhabit rivers, wash away sins, make limbs sound and the unhappy less lonely. Miracles are talked about that no one has witnessed, always happening to someone else.
On his travels he has come across temples where he least expects them, one in the middle of a mustard field. Just like life it is a small surprise when you least expect it. On the island of Martinique, he laughs at a sign in a garden warning: “Do Not Lean Again”, pointing out we know what it means, which is different from what it says. His observation then segues into a powerful message about how we all need to lean on others at some point, but there are limits and ultimately everyone needs to learn how to stand on their own two feet.
There is a section describing Scotland through the four seasons, a country of temperate to inhospitable weather, reminding everyone that warmth is not something not naturally experienced there.
There is a section on sonnets which he believes still have their place despite being a formal version of verse, still holding the power to comment on contemporary life while maintaining a focus on their usual subjects: love, introspection, constancy and age. There is one about humility, a virtue rare is our age of self-celebration, as McCall Smith cautions us to remember our achievements are not ours alone; we achieve on the shoulders of others.
The section on animals including one that compares humans to their primate cousins. We both walk on two legs, use our hands, are sensitive to gesture, live in groups governed by customs, have leaders and arguments, play games with our offspring and are vulnerable in sleep. He describes Whales as having dignity, Elephants like moving rocks, who mourn their dead and ask why we continually shrink their habitat, decimating their numbers. Kangaroos take their young into the warm comfort of a maternal pouch; tortoises are heavy with years and laden with caution; the polar bear wonders why his world continues to grow smaller; the crocodile is described a proud survivor of an ancient line who does not expect to be loved. McCall Smith warns us, we need to remember we share a common home of space, air and water with animals and that our world is their world.
The section on books reminds us how reading allowed the secrets of the powerful to be shared so the least of men could make decisions about themselves and the world they live in. They bring people together in civil conversation, help the puzzled and confused, put an end to ignorance and bring freedom to the most remote corners of the world. He hopes that on our bedside tables he will find more books than jars of pills.
There are three poems dedicated to Canada a country he has visited often and admires. For McCall Smith that large country represents courtesy, kindness, restraint and modesty, small words for such a large area. On a visit to the Canadian Museum of Human Rights in Winnipeg, he notes its large size and how the wrongs we have done one another requires such space. He asks us to think about how so much in life is unavoidable, and to remember that the things shown in this space are clearly not among them.
Like his fiction, this work is very readable, easily accessible to those who may find poetry a format too difficult and so avoid it. For those who want a quiet read, this one, of a wise man offering his gentle philosophy about life, may be just the thing.