This is a history of literature written by a poet, and it reads like a picaresque novel. Robert Crawford has a stack of work to his credit, including a life of Burns and the Penguin Book of Scottish Verse. He brings it all together in this tour de force which is lichtsome, generous and unprejudiced. He works by building up sketches and vignettes of each writer or group, and presenting it to us as a collage. He is interested in post-modern themes about identity, displacement and the mutability of perspectives, but don't let that fleg you - he makes ideas amazingly accessible while having a laugh at the same time. The sometimes scary Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg is "a marvellous pas de deux of self and other". Barrie, in spite of Kailyard tendencies, "retains an insistent modernity" in Peter Pan with its gendered identity switches. "Playfulness" is one of the themes he loves to pick out, and his linguistic grasp enables him to spot links, for example between Barrie and MacDiarmid, despite MacDiarmid's visceral hatred of the Barrie school of whimsy. I'll go and read some Stevenson, Galt and Fergusson as a result of reading this book. Oh, and Mrs Oliphant, Willa Muir and Kathleen Jamie too, because women writers hadn't been invented when I did Higher English at Forfar Academy in 1954.