44 Scotland Street: A 44 Scotland Street Novel (1) by Alexander McCall Smith and Iain McIntosh
Twofer today. Blurb, the first:
Angus Lordie cast his eyes up to the ceiling. “Those particular churches take a very how shall we put it? — a vey restricted view of the world. Religion can be full of joy and affirmation, but these characters …” He shuddered. “There used to be a wonderful Afrikaans word to describe the position of rigid ideologues in the Dutch Reformed Church – verkrampte. It’s such an expressive term. Rather like crabbit in Scots. All of these words are tailor-made for some of these Wee Free types. Dark suits. Frowns. Disapproval.”
Blurb, the second:
“Mind you,” she went on, “there are lots of people who say that Florence is ruined. They say that there are now so many visitors that you have to queue more or less all morning to get into the Uffizi in the afternoon. Can you believe that? Standing there with all those Germans and what-not with their backpacks? All morning. No thank you! Ramsey and I just wouldn’t do that.
“But I suppose if you are an Edinburgh schoolgirl and you’re young and fit, then it’s fine to stand about and wait for the Uffizi to open.”
Hat tip: Jill who, to my knowledge, has no blog of her own and so gets this.
Side note: The Free Presbyterian Church of Scotland is sometimes colloquially known as the “Wee Wee Frees” (not to be confused with the “Wee Frees” which is the colloquial name for another offshoot of the Church of Scotland, the Free Church of Scotland).