Despite the rain chucking it down for several hours beforehand, Christopher Brookmyre got an almost full house for his always popular annual appearance in Charlotte Square’s main tent.
Reading from his new book, Where the Bodies are Buried, he went on to reveal that he had already written the follow-up—“like a man possessed after the idea came”—and that it would be called When the Devil Drives.
The author of fourteen published novels, Brookmyre hails from the same area of the west of Scotland as this reviewer, and as a result, also supports the same football team: St Mirren F.C.
A winner of the seventh Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize for Comic Fiction with All Fun and Games Until Someone Loses An Eye, his novels have become famous for their trademark mixture of off-the-wall comedy, politics and social comment. He has been referred to as a Tartan Noir writer; although I would say he has almost created his own genre through his distinct style of writing.
Closing up his event after a highly entertaining hour, he read a hilarious passage from Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, which he’d written as though it had been Irvine Welsh writing it. Full of Edinburgh slang and edgy humour, the audience were in stitches by the time he’d concluded.