I've not read much J.M. Barrie. Having read this I don't feel particularly inspired to go all out to collect all his works. But I might be interested to get a copy of Auld Licht Idylls, which sounds like it might be a suitable companion volume to Margaret Ogilvy. It's also many years since I read A Window in Thrums, which I don't think I enjoyed all that much at the time. But I feel that perhaps now, at my age, and having read Margaret Ogilvy, I would be in a position to appreciate that book better and so it might deserve a second reading.
Some people call this account of J.M. Barrie's mother sweet. I'm not sure that I would. She certainly comes across as a bit of a character, but I'm not sure quite how likeable a character she is. Barrie makes her amusing in the way he describes her funny and odd attitudes and manners and behaviours, her pride, her stubbornness, but she's a bit too devious and deceptive and manipulative for my liking. I don't think I would have much enjoyed having her as my mother! She certainly seemed to know just how to say the right thing to take the wind out of her son's sails, to crush his spirits, to kill any pride, to undermine any sense of achievement or self-worth he may have had. Personally I found her behaviour to be frequently rather cruel.
But it's a short and simple book which isn't without charm and it paints an interesting picture of what life was like for people in that locality (Kirriemuir) in that generation. There are some aspects of the book which strike one as a bit odd, though. Probably it was because the people were still alive at the time of writing the book, but certain members of the household ended up getting pushed right into the background and for the most part one thought it was just J.M. Barrie and his sister and their mother who lived alone together. For much of the book I was assuming Barrie's father must have died when Barrie was young - and then he suddenly reappears in Margaret Ogilvy's old age alive and well. Likewise, when one assumes Barrie and his sister alone were bearing all the burden of caring for their mother, as well as running the household, it turns out there were other siblings living in the house too, who were allowed to remain invisible for about the first ninety percent of the book. So it is rather a skewed picture of the family homelife which is portrayed in these pages. But be that as it may, while not presenting the full picture, it does present an interesting portrait or character study of Barrie's mother. The account of Margaret Ogilvy's attitude towards Robert Louis Stevenson was perhaps the highlight of the book.