Gaelic Delusions of Grandeur”
This lighthearted gem takes up three years after the events depicted in MASTER OF THE GLEN. History repeats itself as an American social invasion sets the loose plot in motion. This time the protagonist is 50-year-old Kilwhillie—best friend of Donald Ben Nevis (who featured prominently as host and bastion of Celtic customs in the former novel.) Ah—there is nothing as effective at stirring up Scotts’ complacency and somnolent attitudes as an invasion from America—especially those who arrive bearing a definite genealogical Agenda.
With wry humor and endearing wit the author transports his
readers into the highland of post WW1. Our bachelor and
mustachioed host of Glenbogle suddenly finds his relaxed lifestyle turned into turmoil when attractive widow Mrs. Urquhart-Unwin (Yu-Yu to her friends) arrives for the summer with her comely 19- year-old daughter, Deirdre. While the laird gradually finds himself attracted to the girl her mother has an ambitious list of things to accomplish on her summer holiday—all for the glory of the Ossianic Society of Boston--of which she is the proud president. She intends to collect (on wax cylinders of a prototype Victrola.) tales of Celtic lore from local storytellers; the sounds of seals singing off the islands; evenphotographic images of paranormal activity if possible. Of course her crowning achievement would be the recording of actual fairy music in the nocturnal woods.
Alas, her rival and Society nemesis, in the undaunted form of Mrs. Linda Wolfingham, arrives that same summer with similar intentions. In fact, she connives to discredit Yu-Yu and install herself as President of the prestigious Boston group. Meanwhile Kilwhillie is roped into these female machinations, causing him to resort for advice to Ben Nevis and his wife, Beatrice. Thus the formidable Yankee ladies engage in a series of skirmishes--outrageous schemes to foil and discredit each other. They prove not the only ones to be “hunting fairies” in the highlands, for the poor Laird (a confirmed bachelor with no heir for his estate) has no idea how to proceed with his probably hopeless courtship.
The style is easy to read except for intermittent Gaelic expressions, rambling poems or song lyrics, not to mention various
specific clan accoutrements. Secretly masquerading as a foreigner’s guide to matters Gaelic this delightful story contains much information, casually dispensed, re Scottish customs and the time-honored traditions to administer an estate. One can almost believe that in this isolated little world of the bygone Highland an sincere person could truly hunt and record the fairies.
September 13, 2014