Jonathan’s Reviews > The Grampian Quartet: The Quarry Wood: The Weatherhouse: A Pass in the Grampians: The Living Mountain > Status Update

Time for a re-read of this masterpiece

Three incredible novels down, and now for her more famous, personal, piece, which I have been looking forward to immensely. She is so damn good at this writing lark.

Nan is obviously more where my head in right now, so putting aside Dahlberg and going back up North

Well that was wonderful. You guys really should get hold of these books.

Listen to how lovely this sentence is: "Sleet blattered against the ploughman's side as he followed the team; or, standing in a blink of sun, he saw the striding showers cross the corner of the field like sheeted ghosts."

really enjoying this, but certainly struggling from time to time with the language. The glossary is short and does not contain many key words...

Ah - so the quartet is linked only by location - the novels themselves are completely self sufficient

At the turn of July there was already a hint of autumn. The skies were heavy grey...Soon, the barley was russet. An antrin elm-leaf yellowed. Birds gathered; suddenly on a still day a tree would heave and reeshle with their movement, a flock dart out and swoop, to settle black and serried on the telegraph wires; and after a little rise again in a flock and disappear within the tree.

“My lassie wunna ging like Maggie Findlater, terrible goodwillie to yer face an’ despisin’ the hale rick-ma-tick o’ her fowk ahin their backs.”
“Maggie!” said Stoddart. “Maggie’s nae that ill.”
“A muckle easy-osy lump,” snorted Mrs. Ironside.
“If she’d keep her mou’ shut an’ her feet in she’d be a’ richt. She taks a gweed grip o’ the grun’ yet an’ a grand mou’fu’ o’ her words for a’ her finery.”