Electricity by Angus Peter Campbell sampler
Electricity brings us back to an upbringing we may not have experienced but can certainly relate to. Taking a step back into her Hebridean childhood, Granny writes to her granddaughter in Australia, decorating her notebooks with hand-drawn scribbles and doodles. Though she may now live in Edinburgh, she relives her memories with a sense of warmth and protection. Yet, it is more than simple nostalgia for a time she cannot return to. At its core, Electricity is about community, and what it is to involve it in your life fully. Electricity itself sparked across the Hebrides and changed the lives of its people forever. You become more than your family, friends, or even neighbours. The landscape itself floods into your DNA. It is something that you will never separate from. This latest novel from award-winning writer Angus Peter Campbell has already garnered attention across the board. It will be not only popular with rural Scots but those who long for the simpler times they grew up in - times when we were more physically connected.
Electricity brings us back to an upbringing we may not have experienced but can certainly relate to.
Taking a step back into her Hebridean childhood, Granny writes to her granddaughter in Australia, decorating her notebooks with hand-drawn scribbles and doodles. Though she may now live in Edinburgh, she relives her memories with a sense of warmth and protection.
Yet, it is more than simple nostalgia for a time she cannot return to. At its core, Electricity is about community, and what it is to involve it in your life fully. Electricity itself sparked across the Hebrides and changed the lives of its people forever. You become more than your family, friends, or even neighbours. The landscape itself floods into your DNA. It is something that you will never separate from.
This latest novel from award-winning writer Angus Peter Campbell has already garnered attention across the board. It will be not only popular with rural Scots but those who long for the simpler times they grew up in - times when we were more physically connected.
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Silver Morning<br />
It’s been good. When I was wee we used to play a game. Dolina<br />
and me. As we cycled along, she counted the things to her left, and<br />
I counted the things to my right. The houses and the people and<br />
the stones and the walls and the sheep and everything. Without<br />
cheating, because that spoilt the game. You couldn’t just say that<br />
you saw five starlings when there were only three. We made up<br />
stories about everything we saw.<br />
The big rock as we turned northwards <strong>by</strong> the machair track<br />
was Helen Carnegie who’d been turned to stone <strong>by</strong> the wicked<br />
witch, and the river that ran into the sea was the Mississippi for<br />
me and the Amazon for Dolina. Mine had swamps we had to swim<br />
through, and hers had crocodiles we had to wrestle with to get to<br />
the other side. They always took big bites out of our legs.<br />
We also played houses. Pebbles were little cottages and<br />
we made long and winding sandy roads up to them<br />
and kings and queens and princes and princesses<br />
and witches and goblins and magicians<br />
lived in them. Smoke always curled<br />
out of the chimneys, and I still<br />
can’t draw a house without<br />
putting a wee road up<br />
to the door and two<br />
matching windows and a<br />
curl of smoke rising up to<br />
the blue air. The door is<br />
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