I’ve been writing a lot about Crockett recently. I've been here, there and everywhere. I've written many, many words (with the odd typo thrown in to keep the typo police on their toes) but really I could have saved myself the effort. It comes down to this:
CROCKETT IS NOT A KAILYARD WRITER. THE END.
The same applies to J.M.Barrie.
I can, have and will continue to defend this position. There may or may not be anything wrong with the content/quality or existence of Kailyard writing but since Crockett and Barrie aren’t Kailyard writers it’s not my primary concern.
Don’t take my word for it. Read them for yourself. Perhaps start with Vida, or Men of the Moss Hags or The Silver Skull or A Tatter of Scarlet, or The Azure Hand, or The Moss Troopers for Crockett and Sentimental Tommy or Farewell, Miss Julie Logan or Better Dead or The Admirable Crichton, or Dear Brutus for Barrie. Get a sense of their varied style and thematic concerns, contextualise them in their contemporary period and THEN you might progress towards those works ‘declared’ as Kailyard and read them for what they actually are! Oh, and learn something about Scots humour before you tackle them because if you don’t understand that you’re seriously going to miss the point.
But now, I'm off to sunnier climes. I'm off to Cuba till the New Year, so you may not hear much from me here, there or anywhere in social media world. (That's Cuba 1989 for those who are wondering!)