"Clanlands", a brief synopsis: Two actors from the tv show "Outlander" set out to make a mini-documentary about the history of the clans and historical battles of the Scottish Highlands. Sounds interesting, I'm not a fan of the tv show but I don't have anything against it either. Romantic historical fiction isn't my genre, and thus I know it's not for me. However, the subtitle suggests it's full of whisky, warfare, and adventure and those things do interest me. But instead of that, the book is full of an arguably comedic formula that gets old, and gets there very fast. I would describe that formula as something like the following:
-Sam devises a plan for the sake of the show that is really just to torment Graham
-Graham, the elder of the two, has an ego that won't let him say no to Sam
-Sam teases Graham for needing a latte
-Graham teases Sam about being a ginger
-Sam teases Graham about being bald
-Graham teases Sam about the constant promotion of his (in name alone) whisky
-Sam talks about a movie he was in once
-Graham talks about a play he was in once
-There's a bunch of pictures of Sam and not the beautiful Scottish landscape all around them
-There's a bunch of pictures of Graham and not the beautiful Scottish landscape all around them
-Graham teases Sam about the amount of time he spends with his bare bum on camera
-Finally, something of interest like a battle or a castle or some Scottish history
-Start back at top of the list and repeat ad nauseam
As a "buddy road trip" book it scratches the surface of enjoyability. But it didn't take me long to realize I wouldn't be getting much more than an advertisement for The Sassenach - a Scotch blend - curated by Sam Heughan, our co-author. I was already highly dubious when on page 22, Heughan lists the regions of Scottish whisky as, "the Lowlands, Campbeltown, Highland, Isle and Speyside." Umm, you totally forgot Islay - home to such amazing, peaty whiskies as Laphroaig, Ardbeg, Lagavulin, and more. In that same paragraph, just a few sentences before, one reads "It's [scotch whisky] a huge part of Scottish culture and has been produced all over the world for hundreds of years." Umm, no it hasn't. Scotch can ONLY be produced in Scotland, and not from "all over the world" and to compare Scotch to say Irish Whiskey or Bourbon would be incorrect to all, and downright offensive to many, namely the Scottish themselves. Heughan may be an enjoyable actor to watch on the screen, with enough money to put out his own blend, but I wouldn't take his words on Scotch as gospel any more than I would take Ryan Reynold's advice on gin, or Geroge Clooney's on tequila though each man has his own brand.
Maybe I'm being too harsh. Heughan is an actor, not a writer or master blender. But to me, the real problem of the book can be boiled down to the overuse of one word, "I". Everything of interest in the book about Scotland is quickly diverted into something about one of the actors. The people the two men meet in their adventure are nothing more than flits on the page before they're gone in another round of jabbing at each other. The book reads like a compilation of two men's vacation diaries and I'd say is about 2/3 about them, 1/3 or likely less about Scotland.
If you love Outlander, if you're a "Heughligan" (yes he even name drops his own fans) you'll probably love this book. But if you're looking for a book full of "Whisky, Warfare, and a Scottish Adventure Like No Other" I think you'll be pretty disappointed.