My lungs are trembling as I try to control my breathing, and I see the distant hills that surround me, beyond the beach and the dunes, purple and brown, grey rock bursting through the skin of thin, peaty soil that clings to their slopes. No-one, but no-one describes The Hebrides better than May. Precision with regard to both the man’s growing awareness and to the Scottish landscape in which he finds himself.
The first person narrative puts us in the body of the washed-up man and so we don’t observe his discomfort, disorientation and bewilderment, we experience it. It’s a fantastic piece which includes all that I enjoy in May’s writing. with an exclusive extract from the beginning of the book, in which the protagonist is washed up, half-dead, onto a beach with no memory of what has gone before. It is released tomorrow and I will be kicking off The Big Coffin Road Blog Read …. I’m going to keep this review short, because you’ll be hearing lots about Coffin Road over the next week.
Ever since I read The BlackHouse in 2012, it’s become traditional to review the new Peter May release at the beginning of the year.
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