Clap Hands for the Singing Molecatcher is both hilarious and deeply moving in its splendid account of the writer’s childhood on a remote country estate in Morayshire in the 1940s and 1950s; a place where isolated hill farms, limitless moorland and the rock-strewn banks of wild, tumbling rivers became the backdrop for a variety of adventures and experiences. Laughter, tragedy and dramatic incident thread their way through the life of a growing boy and the lives of the people he observes.
Roderick Grant’s book is not merely one of nostalgic recall. It is a richly evocative memoir of a time and place when horses still drew ploughs and children walked seven miles or more each day to reach their school; and where shepherd and gamekeeper, farmer and labourer, forester, railway worker, teacher, laird and minister, and their families, were all part of a community, close-knit in its isolation from the changing post-war world.
Roderick Grant was born in Forres, Morayshire, in 1941, where he attended the local academy. He has worked as a forestry worker, a journalist, a newspaper editor, a television presenter, a radio broadcaster, a bookshop manager and a postman.
A number of his titles have been successful on both sides of the Atlantic, among them novels such as A Private Vendetta and The Clutch of Caution, and in non-fiction, The 51st Highland Division at War and his childhood memoirs Clap Hands for the Singing Molecatcher.
An excellent read. I read this book a few years ago and it inspired me to write my own memoir. While I am still struggling with this and the several forms it now seems to take I frequently refer to the wonderful prose and humour of this author. I will always have a picture in my head of his journey to school accompanied by his dog and jackdaw. That's the first chapter so no spoiler there!