In last year’s podcast with Alan Bissett he recommended two young writers who he thought had great futures ahead of them. The first was Allan Wilson, whose collection of short stories Wasted in Love was one of Scots Whay Hae’s books of the year. The other was Neil Butler whose debut The Roost was also published in 2011 and if I had got round to reading it sooner it would have joined Wasted in Love on that list. If you can’t be bothered reading this whole review, and I know your time is precious, then I’ll give you the short version here; The Roost is one of the most enjoyable, exciting and energising books I have read in some time, and as with Wilson I’m already excited to see what Neil Butler does next.
It is a collection of connected short stories with the same group of characters, in a similar manner to Irvine Welsh’s Trainspotting. Named after a tidal surge off the coast of Shetland, the stories are about a group of teenagers experimenting with sex, drink, drugs and fashion as they try to work out what is important in their lives. Butler beautifully captures what it’s like to be that uncertain age, coming to terms with all your hopes, fears and dreams while trying to work out what it means to ‘grow up’, without realising that so few of us ever do. Although this is a book about teenagers it is distinctly not a book only for teenagers. Imagine Skins written by Brett Easton Ellis and set on Shetland and you have some idea of what to expect, and if you think that sounds like a terrible thing then you’re wrong and I have failed you.
The central character is Ellie Tait, the popular, cool and attractive girl whose every whim and wish are pandered to by her ‘friends’ and admirers, often without them knowing why. The cruelty that Ellie hands out to friend and foe alike is breathtaking in its ferocity but Butler makes it clear that this comes from Ellie’s own insecurities and unhappiness. From the time we see her from afar playing football with the boys to the beyond poignant ending we, like Ellie, are made aware that she has this power to effect others without completely understanding why. This is teenage life as William Golding saw it, always in danger of losing any pretence of social expectations and returning to a state of nature. It is a visceral picture and you can almost smell the pheromones and Lynx.
Ellie appears to be top dog as she hides her personal demons more successfully than her peers, but is proved to be just as confused and vulnerable. She sees everything as a game, and as such everyone else as an opponent to be used before they use her. Everyone wants to be her or be near her and she abuses this power as she can’t quite believe that it’s true. If you don’t like yourself then it’s difficult to believe that any one else will. Her relationship with Stacey and Helena, who want nothing more than to be her friends, more through fear rather than affection, is heartbreaking for all three.
Written mainly in English with the odd piece of dialect to denote the older generation of Shetlanders, Butler captures how teenagers talk to each other, often using language that they think is ‘adult’, something which doesn’t sit easily in their mouths. The fierce desire to grow up as quickly as possible, and for some to leave as quickly as possible, is on every page. This is never more in evidence than in the battle of the sexes, a battle which these kids are spectacularly unprepared for. The language is sparse and simple which is perfect for the characters, particularly when they are expressing the casual cruelty that results from personal insecurities. These are not whip smart kids with all the answers, just constant questions. The main one being ‘who am I?’
As Kevin McNeil did with The Stornoway Way, Butler dispels any lingering belief that the Scottish Highlands and Islands are an untouched Tartan idyll from another time. This is as modern as Scottish storytelling gets. These lives are filled with worries which are exasperated by modern technology. The fear that a private photo will be passed around the playground, or trying to understand the hidden meaning behind the semiotics of texts, means that they are never able to be at ease, worrying that there is someone talking about them, or, even worse, not talking about them.