The Crow Road

'It was the day my grandmother exploded. I sat in
the crematorium, listening to my Uncle Hamish quietly snoring in harmony
to Bach's Mass in B Minor, and I reflected that it always seemed to be
death that drew me back to Gallanach.' 

Prentice McHoan has returned to
the bosom of his complex but enduring Scottish family. Full of questions
about the McHoan past, present and future, he is also deeply
preoccupied: mainly with death, sex, drink, God and illegal
substances...