Burning the Yule
Myths, magic and fairytales
The old year is coming to a close. Put another log on the fire, and join us as we remember some of the oldest stories about who we are. From tales of selkies and fairies and witches, to myths around women's bodies, from old Arabian nights reimagined with a uniquely modern, Scottish twist, to some of the most fantastic creatures populating our imaginary landscape, this is a Christmas celebration about who we are as storytellers, and about everything we ever imagined we could be.
Bright night, May light, milk moon. They ran. Their paws were damp with blood…Inside her, I was so close to being happy. So close to being outside her…Already my fingers were separate, the buds of my incisors formed, the fists of my lungs getting ready to open….But in the end, we can only be one person. (From A Portable Shelter by Kirsty Logan)
‘Liminality’ is the word that comes to mind as I settle into a conversation with Kirsty Logan, one of the newest, most original voices on Scotland’s literary scene and winner of this year’s Polari Prize. Her work inhabits a landscape of both mythology and mundanity, is situated between land and sea and is populated by selkies, werewolves, witches and other beings in a state of flux.
‘I’m fascinated by boundaries and places of change,’ she tells me.
With two short story collections and now a widely acclaimed debut novel, The Gracekeepers, under her belt, Logan has already drawn comparisons to such genre-defining heavyweights as Angela Carter. But if Carter was interested in dismantling the tropes of the fairytale, Logan exploits them for their internal logic and inherent dualities to create a uniquely 21st century mythology, encompassing sexuality, gender identity, loss, love and landscape.
Her stories are a combination of tradition and invention. ‘I don...
Extract from A Boy Called Christmas By Matt Haig, Illustrated by Chris Mould Published by Canongate Books
You are about to read the true story of Father Christmas.
Yes. Father Christmas.
You may wonder how I know the true story of Father Christmas, and I will tell you that you shouldn’t really question such things. Not right at the start of a book. It’s rude, for one thing. All you need to understand is that I do know the story of Father Christmas, or else why would I be writing it?
Maybe you don’t call him Father Christmas.
Extract from The Tale of Tam Linn By Lari Don Published by Floris Books
Once upon a time a girl called Janet lived in the Scottish borderlands. Her father was the Laird of Carterhaugh, who owned many fields and hills, and the beautiful Carterhaugh Woods.
Janet was allowed to walk in the fields and on the hills, but she wasn’t allowed to wal...
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