The Director first appeared in the New Statesman magazine 1 This is the story of a friendship. It takes place over a number of years, starting when the two people involved were eight and ending when they were twenty-nine. It starts in Scotland and ends there, although part of it takes place in Australia. It […]
As Scotland, indeed the entire UK, lies deep under snow (just as February ends and Spring is meant to be on the way), Alexander turns to an area of the world where the winters are even colder and the area of writing now referred to as Scandinavian Noir… Scandinavian Noir is now established as one of the […]
Bertie’s Christmas was first published in The Scotsman newspaper in 2010. Bertie’s Christmas: Several factors had combined to improve summer for Bertie Pollock (6), son of Stuart Pollock (39) and Irene Pollock (38), of Scotland Street (44). The most important of these was the cessation, at least for the months of July and August, of […]
This is an extract from the stand alone novel. My Italian Bulldozer. Scotland fell away beneath him, a stretch of green pasture, of hills, of swirling mist. Suddenly they were bathed in sunlight; fields of cloud, topped with crenellations of white, now lay beneath them as their plane pointed south. In his window seat he […]
A story of mistakes and forgiveness. Shimla The story: What happened when we went to Shimla? That place up in the hills—you know the one—that hill station? It was always cooler and people used to go up there, way back in the days of the Raj, to get away from the crushing heat down below. […]
This short story, Treat Yourself by Alexander McCall Smith, first appeared in the Woman’s Weekly magazine. This is a story of weakness, or rather, it’s a story of strength followed by weakness. Sometimes things work out the other way round: you start off weak and become strong because you realise how weak you’ve been … […]
A sneak preview from Precious & Grace, the next instalment in The No.1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series
Driving to the office in her battered white van, down the Tlokweng Road, past the stand of whispering gum trees, Mma Ramotswe, founder and owner of the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, allowed her mind to wander.