Alexander McCall Smith's Scotland Street occupies a busy, bohemian corner of Edinburgh's New Town, whe the old haute boourgeoisie finds itself having to rub shoulders with students, potes, and portraitists. And number 44 has more than its fair share of the street's eccentrics and failures.
When Pat -- on her second cap year and a source of some worry to her parents -- is accepted as a new tenant at number 44, she isn't quite sure how long she'll last. Her flatmate Bruce, a rugby-playing chartered surveyor, is impossibly narcissistic, carlelessly philandering and infuriatingly handsome. Downstairs lives the gloriously pretentious Irene, whose precocious five-year-old is in therapy after setting fire to his father's copy of the "Guardian." And then there is the shrewd, intellectual Domenica MacDonald, mysteriously employed but a sharp-eyed observer of the house's activities in her spare time.
Dry, funny, hugely entertaining, with its glittering cast of rogues, oddballs, and innocents, McCall Smith's Scotland Street is proof that the author of "The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency" can be as witty, incisive, and humane in observing his native Edinburgh as his adopted Botswana.
Sort of soap operaish. Definitely not like No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency. About an assortment of people in one area in modern Edinburgh and how they learn and cope with life.
This is a novel from the bestselling author of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, Alexander McCall Smith...suspenseful until the end with incredible description.
This is no Ladies Detective Agency, but it is a really interesting insight into modern Edinburgh. Originally published as a serial in "The Scotsman" newspaper, this feels like a serial, but a very intriguing one. I'd recommend it for novices in modern Scottish literature, and I imagine it'd be a fun read for actual Scots, as well.