Quick, vocal and subtly mesmerising. The Mash House is an alluring, metronomic, exploration of the odd, the passive aggressive, the mean, the fumbling, the dying, the trying and the downright murderous undercurrent flowing through a picture postcard village. The story is anchored on delicious, perfectly observed, human detail and man alive does it suck you in, bundle you up and tangle you through the lives of the people of fictional Culrothes. Each exquisite beat of the book, formed in dram-like short chapters, is a little wink, a nudge and sometimes a shove towards a whisper of flavour. Taken alone each chapter has a short story vibe and taken together it’s smooth as butter, aged to perfection and leaves you wanting more. In the end, there’s nothing subtle about the enjoyment this smasher of a debut will bring. Get it down you.