Jack Deighton. Dusk.
A melancholy, downbeat end to the collection, as far future creatures, presumably descended from humans, eke out an increasingly desperate existence as the sun's warmth continues to gradually weaken. They head west, seeking warmer climes, but there is only a bleak lonely death awaiting.
Conclusion.
An excellent collection which succeeds in maintaining throughout a very Scottish sense of identity. All things that I associate with Scotland are here : single malt, lochs, fitba', beer, industry, engineering, violence against prostitutes, and humour. Very little tartan, bagpipes and shortbread, which may be the more stereotypical view of what Scotland is all about.
A good mix of SF, alternate history and horror, interspered with some dry humour. It's a handsome paperback that deserves to do well.
copyright Mark Watson 1st September 2005