We left Robert a long way from home, a sixteen-year-old recruit in the RAF. Now, we follow his escape from the Forces (until National Service a few years later!), his return to Glasgow and life down the pit. Once more, Robert’s fantastic memory for people, places and anecdotes, combined with an ear for individual voices and the brilliant ability to evoke a bygone sense of community, will enchant his readers and sometimes appal them with the brutality of conditions he experienced.
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Reviews
'Warm, energetic...punchy'
A natural-born writer...pins down all-too-human characters in a sentence or two - and a number of times he made me laugh out loud. He also recaptures the late 1950s and early 1960s, rekindling memories for those of us who were there or thereabouts and bringing them alive for those who weren't...convincing and entertaining
Night Song of the Last Tram was one of the most moving autobiographies ever penned by a Scottish writer...Somewhere to Lay my Head takes up where that left off...Once again demonstrating an outstanding gift for evoking the atmosphere and emotions of a time gone by, this wonderfully talented storyteller takes us on a journey that he started as a boy and ended as a man
'If Blake Morrison is the Radio 4 of family memoir, then Robert Douglas is definitely the Radio 2'
With the ending of NIGHT SONG OF THE LAST TRAM, Douglas left us longing to find out what happened to his 16-year-old self, so cruelly cast out into the world. Now, in SOMEWHERE TO LAY MY HEAD, Douglas continues his story, portraying a bright and clever boy who never got the opportunities he deserved, but was still determined to make his way in the world
'It recreates stunningly clear memories of a Glasgow childhood . . . I laughed until the tears ran down my legs.'
Exquisite
A grace and assurance that turn everyday episodes into the stuff of romance.
A well-written slice of social history delivered directly by an eyewitness
The portrait of his mother is beautifully done . . . it brings tears to my eyes now just writing about it. A quite exceptional autobiography.