Gossip about Scotland’s Literary Figures
A big thank you to Katherine Belarmino for this lovely piece. You’ll have to scroll down a bit in order to reach the heading “Gossip about Scotland’s Literary Figures“.
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Douce and Dirty
“Forget A Tale of Two Cities – this is a tale of one city with two very different faces.
An evening stroll through Edinburgh’s Old Town to its New Town, visiting some of Edinburgh’s oldest pubs on the way, offers an entertaining evening of enlightenment told through the Capital’s rich and varied literary history.
The two characters who lead the illuminating promenade are Clart (a Scots word for muck or a mucky person) and McBrain. Clart (Paul Murray) is a coarse, whisky-drinking, bawdy, feet–on-the-ground type who doesn’t shy from life’s realities. McBrain (Hilde McKenna) is a pinkie up, bool-in-the mooth, teetotaller who has pretensions of the finer things in life and prefers a sanitised view of the world.
Their opposing views perfectly embody the Capital’s dual characteristics that have so often been shown in Scottish literature, from Hogg’s Confessions of a Justified Sinner to Stevenson’s better known Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde.
Starting off in the top room of the Grassmarket’s old Beehive Inn, the characters begin their spiky dialogue. Their style is direct and informal. Their costume is everyday, relying solely on their not inconsiderable skills of memory and acting that has also to accommodate the promenade style and ever changing audience.
While the audience is addressed in English, the texts quoted are in Scots and the actors take the opportunity to explain the importance of a language in any culture – even a language that has faded from use in formal life but remains very much alive informally and in literature.
The emphasis is less on understanding every word, and more on listening to the very different sounds and rhythms of Scots. They do give some explanations, but the overriding sense is of the existence of a separate tongue. This is done to particular effect at the end of the tour in the back room of the Kenilworth with a recitation of a verse from Hugh MacDiarmid’s poem Bonnie Broukit Bairn.”
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Whisky and Freedom
The nightlife of Edinburgh is one of the pleasures the Scottish capital city offers its visitors. Thanks to the overwhelming range of historic pubs it is impossible to recommend only a few of them. But is there something else beneath the beer and whisky? Actu- ally there is and you can even add an intellectual flavour to the joy of drinking – you just have to follow the path of the famous literary sons of the Scottish city. You get the chance for this special kind of upgrade during a Literary Pub Tour. How did great poets like Robert Burns work and where did Sir Walter Scott get his inspiration? According to the tour there is a strong connection to the “water of life” in which the authors indulged – a bold claim we had to prove ourselves!
Let the tour begin!
The tour starts at the Grassmarket, one of the most historic and lively places in Edinburgh with some very famous and highly recommended pubs like the “Last Drop” or the “White Hart Inn”. In the 18th century the last public hangings were held in the market, promising a backdrop for our trip to the past. We meet in the “Beehive Inn” and a man called Mr. Clart – “yes, as in muck”, he explains the old Scottish word – starts with a Scottish toast and begins to tell us about the time when the great Robert Burns, who lived in the Grassmarket in 1786, wrote his poems. In these ancient times the air was sweet and warm, with a smell of hay, dung and fish from the market. All kind of people mixed here: soldiers as well as prostitutes, the reputable and the shunned, the poor and the rich. Mr. Clart draws a lively picture of the historical setting so we can get a real sense of the atmosphere at that time. Suddenly a man in the audience interrupts his speech and complains: “What has that got to do with the literature?” His name is Mr. McLaine – promptly turned into “McBrain” by Mr. Clart – and he claims the verified, documented truth about the literary history of Edinburgh. This is the beginning of a witty debate between the rough and the intellectual about the merits of Edinburgh authors, their impact on Scottish life and especially their drinking habits.
A walk through time
According to the two main protagonists, the lively taverns in the Old Town were the birthplace of Scotland’s most famous literature. Here, among the common herd and the prostitutes who filled the dark closes and pubs, writers like Robert Burns or Sir Walter Scott found inspiration for their great works. And who could hold the joy of drinking against these respected Scotsmen?
From the “Beehive Inn” the tour goes up onto the Royal Mile. Near the pub “Jolly Judge” and the “Ensign Ewart” we listen to more stories, songs and poems. For our final stop we have to leave the Old Town and go along Rose Street in New Town where we find the Scottish Literary renaissance of the 1950’s alive. In the pub “The Kenilworth”, which takes its name from one of Scott’s Waverley novels, we enjoy our last drinks amidst an art nouveau interior, having had a good time together with many other listeners. “The audience is always different”, says the actor who played Mr. Clart, “and it is a lot of fun to interact with the people.” For us it was a really entertaining evening, too, with interesting stories and flavoursome drinks – the best combination for a good time. Or to say it in the words of Robert Burns: “Freedom and Whisky Gang Thegither”. Cheers!
Christiane Nonnig, German Travel Writer
The Bards in the Bars
Since Edinburgh’s literary heritage tends to get swept aside by more frolicsome pursuits at Festival time, the Edinburg Literary Pub Tour is a welcome reminder of just how deeply steeped in fine verse and are the city’s grey old courts and wynds.
Dragging poetically minded tourists into various beery, bardy haunts, Keith Baylis makes and admirably irascible Scotsman, arguing that Edinburgh’s poetic is mired in beer and sawdust and debauchery. Beside him, young Alisdair Tait maintains a more high flown version of events, until eventually their dichotomy is fused: beer and poetry, as Burns well knew, make splendid bedfellows. “Oh thou, my Muse! Guid auld Scotch Drink!” he sang, and sings still, across two centuries.
And sure to stand in an ancient courtyard outside the Jolly Judge and hear Tait hoarsely signing Burns’s poem Ae Fond Kiss by the dying light of a rainy evening (” Me, nae chearfu’ twinkle lights me/ Dark despair around benights me”) makes a splendid chaser after one too many pints of festival culture.