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Morag MacInnes is an Orcadian writer and lecturer.

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For entries in multiple issues of the quarterly, the occurrences are separated by semi-colons.

articles by, [39] 7; [43] 67; [48] 51; [56] 53; [63] 40; [72] 54; [81] 46

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A Hard Act to Follow

Morag MacInnes on Elizabeth Linklater, A Child under Sail

They say if you want to understand a man, look at his mother. Nowhere is this as true as in the story of Eric Linklater, the fatally prolific Orcadian writer. He was a difficult man. His son Andro described the anxiety generated whenever his father was around.

Return to Sender

Morag MacInnes on Undelivered Letters to Hudson’s Bay Company Men

That white ceramic inkpot sitting snugly in the corner of my desk. The agony of a crossed nib. The difficulty, being left-handed, of following the direction ‘light on the up stroke, heavy on the down stroke’. The blotting paper. The blue-black permanent stain on my finger. My first pen, an Osmiroid, and a bottle of Quink. I loved lifting the wee lever to refill the pen.

Porridge and the Shorter Catechism

Morag MacInnes on F. M. McNeill, The Scots Kitchen

Florence Marian McNeill, known as Floss, understood the importance of regional dishes. You may know her better as a folklorist; but without The Scots Kitchen, first published in 1929, she’d never have begun collecting the scraps of song, story, local traditions and unlikely remedies which grew over the years to become her definitive work on folklore, The Silver Bough.

Packing a Punch

Morag Macinnes on the cartoons of Frank Reynolds

Pictures came before words. And as soon as there were pictures, there were funny pictures. I’ve always felt sanguine about the future of funny pictures, partly because they’re also up-to-the-minute social comment, available to all, whether you’re literate or not, in a war zone or a suburb . . .

Shadows of Orkney

Morag MacInnes on Robert Shaw, The Hiding Place

There were, it would seem, as many Robert Shaws as there were parts to play. It was both a blessing and a curse, this catholicity. My Robert Shaw is perhaps less known; but he may be the key to all the other manifestations. I know the writer, the man who never forgot the short, crucial time he spent in my home town in Orkney.

A Love Affair with Orkney

Morag MacInnes on Eric Linklater, Sealskin Trousers

Eric Linklater was a bit of a force of nature. He was born in Wales, but wished he hadn’t been, so he conjured an Orkney childhood and let everyone assume he had been born there. His father was Orcadian, a master mariner. Perhaps he was honouring that, and the longing his Swedish mother felt for the place. But he was 70 before he admitted his Welsh beginnings.

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