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Andrew McCallum Crawford

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Wes Henricksen

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Malcolm Boyd on Michael Kearns

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Saint Andrew

Andrew McCallum

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The Mall Project

Ewan Morrison

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One Absorbent Parasite Per Song

Andrew McCallum Crawford

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Teeth

Andrew McCallum Crawford

“He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He could see her now – in the picture he carried around in his head she was happy, smiling. What a smile. The girl with the perfect teeth, that’s what he’d started calling her. She seemed to like it, it made her laugh. He wanted to talk to her, but there was no phone in his dad’s house. There never had been”…

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The Boy At The Door

Allan Massie

“…The boy who presented himself at the door of the house in Key West was tall and gangling. He had hitched and ridden on the roofs of freight cars from Minneapolis where he had worked sometimes as a labourer on construction sites, and sometimes on a local paper…”

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Neophyte

Short story: Kathleen Rocksvage

Buzz does not convolute her life. She believes she has unshowy convictions. She paints herself in gentle brushstrokes, hardly completing the outline.  That is to say she means a lot to herself but is not concerned that she means little to anyone else. Indeed, she studiously doesn’t care  – she is the nucleus of her universe. She doesn’t get to express this much. She finds that usually in a public situation she talks listlessly and her accent changes – or wobbles wildly – without warning….

Yin Eye

Short story: Andrew McCallum Crawford

It was freezing. He was sitting on his bed, staring at the space between his feet. The lino was cracked. The landlord had promised him a rug. That was a month ago….


Mac & Wills

Short story: Andrew McCallum Crawford

Mac and Wills were an odd couple. The oddest thing about them was that no one knew if they were actually a couple. It wasn’t just idle gossip – we had taken the debate to another level. Things had got serious. There was money involved. I had a list of names and numbers on the back page of my marks book….


Animal Talk: Hearing John Berger

Allan Harkness

“The first was a hare,” he began, in what felt like a parable of migration and separation, making listeners imagine the scene by opening its metaphorical nature. Images of startled runners, a chased animal, an unseen traveller crossing the border led me to muse upon  the residue of hare images: ancient Zhou bronzes, Durer’s drawing, Beuys ‘explaining’ his pictures, to name just a few in art’s great archive…

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Inspiration, creation and quotation

Géraldine Garcia

Reading the French newspapers last week, it would appear there is a new literary skill being discussed: how fair is it to copy someone else and how far can you go? When a student is caught regurgitating sentences that don’t come from his or her own pen, it’s called plagiarism. Well, language purists will say that plagiarism and copying aren’t exactly the same but most of the time, “forgetting” to declare or acknowledge sources is a sufficient reason to be excluded from an examination or worse….

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Rentrée Littéraire

Géraldine Garcia

Every year, in France, at the end of the summer, tons of books invade the book shops. The publishers are tense, the writers desperate to get noticed among their numerous rivals. It is the “rentrée littéraire”, a curious phenomenon our country is most proud of, consisting of the launch of the biggest “coup” titles of the year in a time-frame running from the end of August until the end of the autumn. In all, 701 novels (among which almost 500 French) will be published this year, an amazing number that is increasing for the first time in three years, to the frustration of the poor reader (overwhelmed), the book seller (inundated with new titles) and the critic (obliged to become insomniac during the summer holidays to hammer those reviews out)…

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Bookshop Profiles

Armchair Books, Edinburgh

Re: History: The Borderlands

Andrew Faraday Giles

This month, we have heard from two British writers, Pat Neil and Allan Massie, discussing two sites that retain traces of reality and metaphor; that are removed from us by history and made close by memory – Massie on di Chirico’s Rome, and Neil on Franco’s Madrid. These sites remain real – the cities exist. Although it is hard to say if they exist as Massie and Neil perceive them, if they ever did, or if they only ever have. Thus, they also are imbued with heavy symbolism and metaphor, through our understanding of history (Neil’s ‘stranger in a strange land’ storyboard, Massie’s art-as-social-historian motif) that recreate and reconstruct our understanding of place and memory. Certainly, Madrid and Rome are physically (and temporally, in this case) removed from the writers’ current places of home. Both writers reside in the Borders of Scotland, itself a boundary-land between Scotland and England. But in these recent pieces for New Linear Perspectives, Massie and Neil have created a new border-land – an in-between space that does not heed time or place but rather exists as a crucible for our understanding of both writer and subject…

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