"Henry James chewed more than he bit off."
That's the review of my husband for the English writer's books -- and mine for MacKenzie's.
I bought this collection for my husband, who has wanted it for years, ever since seeing the Ealing stuidos movie "Whisky Galore" when he was a kid. We recently bought an Ealing collection and also watched all of the BBC series "Monarch of the Glen." MacKenzie can be hard reading; there is constant repetition of the same scenes, through letters, conversations and points of view. It's like Roshomon in kilts. Note: this version includes Gaelic translations and pronunciation guides; you'll discover what the old Irish music-hall character really meant when she moaned, "Oh worra worra." Warning: it's spelled nothing like.
"Monarch of the Glen": The TV series is a modernized version of the three novels, and manages to mention almost everyone in it, in new or tweaked roles. It's film-geek fun to read all three novels and then watch for the disguised characters and situations to show up in the show. Duncan, for example, is a composite of the old Laird's gillie's name, a character only mentioned once as "a kilted gillie," and -- in the third novel -- a Scottish radio host.
"Whisky Galore": Whatever did Paul Waggert do to MacKenzie? He takes a sledge to the man every chance he gets. The movie version is funnier, but only because the one thing MacKenzie really needed was an editor.
"The Rival Monsters:" As a journalist for small rural and county papers, I found myself giggling ruefully over MacKenzie's back-and-forth betweeen editors, writers, and the kind of people who write letters to the editor. He's nailed what happens in a small community when the rumor and sensation mill starts. The snit the islanders get into over the filming of "Whisky Galore" is a weirdly satisfying break in the fourth wall.