Friday, October 7, 2011

Men in Kilts

Remember Mel Gibson in Braveheart?  In his younger pre-fringe lunatic days? It pains me to say it, but the man looked good in a kilt. It’s not a fashion choice everyone can carry off, but it also suits Alexander McCall Smith. There is something gentle and humorous about his expression in the photos that grace the back covers of his books, a look that reflects his worldview: calm, observant, intelligent, and very, very interested in people and ideas. Not only that, but in at least in one of those photos, the man wears a kilt with perfect aplomb.

From the back cover of
Love Over Scotland

With the exception of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series, which I found less engaging than all the others (despite the exotic background of Botswana), one has the feeling that nothing truly bad happens to any of these characters in the books. Which isn’t really the case… hearts are broken, careers are lost, egos are crushed, important connections are missed, and pharmaceutical data is falsified with serious consequences, but McCall’s treatment of these events is so gentle, so considered that while we may be moved, we are not deeply troubled. There is still an overall feeling of lightness about the books.   Many of his novels are ensemble pieces, in which the reader alternately follows the fates of the various characters. And eccentrics who might be found irritating or even alarming (Lard O’Connor, a gangster in the 44 Scotland Street series is a brutal man, but we see him in the context of his friendship with a young boy, a prodigy, who in turn is deeply endearing, and the victim of his hovering mother’s ambitions) are charming on the printed page.

Smith seems to know a little bit about everything, wine, art, poetry, astronomy, psychoanalysis and philosophy and shares his thoughts and questions on these subjects in engaging tangents—without being pedantic. His books are both literate and profoundly entertaining.  And just a little bit haunting. Certain phrases and images linger: the notion that poetry helps keep “the nothingness at bay”, the moment when two young characters in the 44 Scotland Street series really see each other as full human beings.  The return of a dog to his curmudgeonly owner after a failed kidnapping is as touching to me as any reunion between fictional lovers.

I have found my attention wandering on a few occasions, as when characters discuss or contemplate some aspect of Scottish history, the Jacobite rebellion, for example. And I can understand how people expecting a conventional mystery (the section where Smith’s books—mysteries and otherwise--are shelved at my local library) might become impatient with the author’s meandering style. But I’m more than ready to skim past the longeurs for the far more numerous engaging moments in the texts. Smith even provides a dash of lyrical magical realism here and there, as in the episode in which a young man on his honeymoon is saved by dolphins after being swept out to sea, or the story of a woman who “dates” an actual angel (albeit in a collection that’s somewhat darker than most of his work.)

Note: While doing a bit of research, I came across this site, created by a group dedicated to liberating   men from the “tyranny of trousers”, an organization one might well find in one of Smith’s novels. Proponents of the movement advocate the wearing of MUGS—Male Unbifurcated Garments—instead of pants.

1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed this post! When I was researching ancient civilizations for the children's encyclopedia series, I discovered that in ancient times, men wore tunics, robes or gowns - in other words, dresses - exclusively. The great horseman of the Central Asian steppes invented bifurcated garments, because they made for better riding! (They also invented stirrups, which changed the history of warfare, because they could stand up in their stirrups and shoot arrows from their bows, two handed, while still riding.)

    Now anything about kilts and men in dresses makes me think of the Scythians. You see, your posts are very evocative!