The Glasgow Coma Scale. When I’d first said about the name of the book I was reading to someone, they’d outlined to me that ‘The Glasgow Coma Scale’ was actually a thing... and a book with such a title should definitely have referred to this a lot more. I can certainly see in a sense how the whole book can almost pertain to the concept, so I will give it a certain artistic credit.
The book itself is, by all means, a readable book. The main body of the book, from maybe halfway through Chapter 2 to the end of Chapter 14, is where the main decency of the book really shines. The start of the book, wherein Alison does encounter Angus for the ‘first’ time, is much too rushed, and it would probably have been nice to hear more about this ‘first’ encounter (those who have read will understand why I’ve placed first in inverted commas). Similarly, the ending, and the whole reasoning for it happening, the motivation behind it, with the boy walking didn’t really relate to the rest of the story. They could have both been much more transparent, and did, albeit only very slightly, deplete the book a little.
I did enjoy reading this book, without a doubt, and the uses of art and painting as imagery, the uses of direct locational references, accent and dialect, and, to a reasonable extent, the employment of nostalgia from time to time, did make the book a good read. There were some themes which begged to be explored more - for instance, the constant remarks of how much Alison loves Angus, or the impact that Alison’s behaviour had on Angus, or indeed the impact of smaller, external characters - Rose, China, the man who took Angus to the pub (though the name escapes me for the time being) - could definitely have brought much more literary wonder to the book.
For what it is worth though, as someone living in Edinburgh at the moment, this book does make me want to Glasgow, it does make me think differently about some things, and it is - it has to be said - a relatively well written book.