In the prologue to this book, Alasdair Gray, a celebrated author who describes himself as “an elderly Glasgow pedestrian,” writes:
I am the descendant of a race whose stolid unimaginative decency has, at all times, rendered them the dependable tools of others; yet from my earliest infancy I grew self-willed, addicted to the wildest caprices, a prey to the most ungovernable passions until bound and weary I thought best to sulk upon my mother’s breast. Too romantic.
His most famous books are “Lanark” (1981) and “Poor Things” (1992). The jacket for this book, published in New York by Harcourt Brace in 1993, includes only two blurbs:
One from Newsweek describes Gray as “a glorious one-man band.” The other, from The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, says he “may be the most interesting and extraordinary author writing in English today.”
I leave you with only one other quotation from Gray in this book:
“Whatever the future of the human race it is not likely to dispense with dentists.”
Having gone to the dentist yesterday and now facing a return visit on Monday, I have to believe that Alasdair Gray is a very wise, even prescient, man.