From Shetland with truth

A novelist is rarely well-advised to write his masterpiece in his fifties, unless his position at the top of the tree is secure. His themes and style are no longer likely to be in fashion. A younger generation of writers is occupying the attention of reviewers and speaking with greater immediacy to the public. This was Eric Linklater’s experience. He had achieved popularity and critical respect in the Thirties with Juan in America and his best prewar novel Magnus Merriman, and maintained his position after the war with Private Angelo and Laxdale Hall. But by the mid-1950s, when he wrote The Dark of Summer, he was, if not in the wilderness, at least on its fringes.

Yet this is a great novel, beautifully crafted, its themes sombre and important. It deals with war, with the deformation of character which may result from clinging to unhappy memories, with an act of treason, with courage and cowardice and the possibility of redemption through love and, in two instances, self-sacrifice.