Raw Spirit
Iain Banks
Andrew liked Banks' early novels but felt he'd run out of steam
in the early 1990s when he spread himself too thin by also
writing lots of pure science fiction. Lent this one by a friend,
it's non-fiction, a sort of travelogue about Banks' tour around
Scottish whisky distilleries, with some autobiographical stuff
thrown in along the way. Banks can certainly write but Andrew
found there was too much else that he wasn't really interested
in, apart from whisky - far too much about cars and motorbikes -
and the whole picture that Banks builds up about his life is
rather irritatingly smug.
Andrew 23/5/04
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