Book review: The Great Chain Of Unbeing, by Andrew Crumey

Full disclosure: I know Andrew Crumey. Given he was my predecessor as literary editor of this paper, it would be rather surprising if I did not. But there are two things to bear in mind. I had read Crumey’s work before I met him, and I still maintain he is an underappreciated Scottish writer. When I first read his work – it was, as I recall Pfitz – it struck me as astonishing that someone more aligned with the work of Borges, Calvino and Diderot was being overlooked in favour of the poverty porn of some writers I could name.