This is the official website for the fiction in English, poetry in Gaelic and other publications of Christopher Whyte. It contains a series of resources including a list of published work going back to 1980, a photo album, and significant extracts from unpublished work in progress.
 
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MODERN SCOTTISH POETRY
[ISBN 0-7486-1600-4]

     Despite the crucial role played by Scottish poetry in the move towards self-definition and autonomy during the latter part of the twentieth century, there has been no specific study dedicated to its evaluation. Modern Scottish Poetry is a ground-breaking survey of the field, notionally framed by the outbreak of the Second World War and the (re)-opening of the Scottish Parliament in 1999. Careful attention is given to this poetry's roots in the preceding period, as well as to the broader European context and to the influence of English and North American writers.
     Adopting a decade by decade approach, Christopher Whyte takes a collection by each of twenty significant poets writing in English, Scots and Gaelic as the starting point for an examination of their whole career and of the connections linking them. Poets featured include Sorley MacLean, Edwin Muir, George Campbell Hay, Sydney Goodsir Smith, Edwin Morgan, Tom Leonard, W. S. Graham, Iain Crichton Smith, Liz Lochhead, Kenneth White, Robert Crawford, Carol Ann Duffy and Aonghas MacNeacail.
     Innovative, challenging and frequently controversial, the readings are underpinned by a consistent theoretical sophistication. Topics covered include language, politics, the nation, gender and sexuality. Highlighting the richness and variety of work produced across six decades, Modern Scottish Poetry offers a refreshing and stimulating reassessment of Scottish cultural history at the beginning of the twenty-first century.

  MODERN SCOTTISH POETRY  

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AN TRÀTH DUILICH
[ISBN 0-946230-76-5]

     Is e seo an dàrna cruinneachadh a chuir Crìsdean a-mach, le dàintean a chaidh a sgrìobhadh eadar an samhradh 1989 is an samhradh 1990. Tha ruith-dàn fada ann a dhèiligeas ri creideamh, foghlam agus gnèitheachas, dàn fada eile, neo-chrìochnaichte, mu am Fontana Maggiore ann am Perugia, dà dhàn meadhanach mòr a' beantainn ri fèin-eachdraidh, agus dòrlach de dhàintean nas giorra bhon an aon àm, nam measg còig dàintean-gaoil fon tiotal 'Gu Ceann-Sgoil Àraidh'.

AN TRÁTH DUILICH
 
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THE CLOUD MACHINERY
[ISBN 0-575-07084-6]

     The theatre at St Hyginus, Venice's smallest parish, is about to reopen. It is Carnival time and Ansaldo Limentani, the charismatic impresario, plans a season of opera more splendid than anyone has seen before. But the events of the terrible night seven years ago on which the theatre closed down, when a Neapolitan princess disappeared in a column of fire and Alvise, last surviving member of the Contarini family, was brutally murdered, cannot be forgotten.
     Two sinister visitors from northern lands, Andreas Hofmeister and the Baroness Hedwiga, hover on the edge of the theatre company, determined to track the missing princess down. Domenico, the young musician hired as a conductor, discovers that the building has some unsuspected inhabitants. Because of them, an evil is unleashed on the opening night which can only be put to rest thanks to the intervention of a retired castrato singer and an entire commedia dell'arte troupe.
     Admirably suited to the alchemical talents of Christopher Whyte, The Cloud Machinery reads like a tale by E.T.A. Hoffmann set to music by Mozart. Its brilliant and elegant surface cannot conceal disturbing psychological undertones which makes this a thoroughly contemporary novel.

"Looking back now I see this book as being about sexual abuse. Making up stories has to be the most effective way of handling such material. That's why I always found the gritty realism considered obligatory north of the border limiting. This book is packed with stories and with magic. There is no reference to Scotland and the words 'Scotland' and 'Scottish' do not occur. That's something I think every writer classified as Scottish should be required to do at least once in their career! The core image is of a girl who catches fire aged 14 and is reduced to ashes while a roomful of people look on in horror. She carries on existing somewhere, but how are they to get her back? It's Venice and 1761. They open up a theatre that has been locked and barred for seven years to find a wonderful machine lowered onto the stage (inspired by a drawing in a book lent by musicologist friend Noel O'Reagan). What was it for? And do clouds actually have a language? If the characters' main concern is setting up an opera season in record time, they cannot help getting involved in the aftermath of what has happened. Venice may be my favourite city but it is damp, spooky and mysterious. All of which comes over unmistakably in this novel."
 
THE CLOUD MACHINERY
 

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THE GAY DECAMERON
[ISBN 0-575-06505-2]

     One June night, in an Edinburgh flat, ten gay men gather for a dinner party. Quirky, superficial, the conversation touches on one-night stands, the exploits of a friend who died, a brothel in Danube Street that might just have been a figment of the collective imagination.
     Into and around the talk Christopher Whyte weaves the untold stories that the guests bring with them: Gavin's trip to Ireland to find the place where Colin died; how Nicol's ad in the classifieds led him to the hairiest body in Edinburgh; the man who promised always to lie to Rory; the ghost that haunts Barry and what it wants from him; Kieran's relationship with identical gay twins. There is a visitor from Barcelona, and the stories range from Spain to Tuscany and Vienna, while in the seclusion of the study Brian dreams of a half-legendary Persia.
     No-one has so far attempted such a generous and detailed fresco of gay lives: unremarkable, uncompromising, erotic, sexy, funny and elegiac. Mothers, wives, lovers and children all play their part. The focus shifts from one guest to another until at last the dancing ends, the summer night has passed and they disperse; but not without a last look at the dawning landscape, and drunken speculations as to their place within it.
     Classic in scope and intricate in structure, playful and passionate by turns, The Gay Decameron invites comparison with the work of White and Baldwin, Navarre, Genet and maupin. If the lives it chronicles surprise us, this is because they have never been so naturally treated. That frankness makes the book, as well as a gay epic, a testament of shared humanity.

"People wrongly assume Boccaccio's book to be an anthology of soft and not so soft porn. I admit that when this novel was launched I couldn't resist reading out the episode about getting a blow job from a railwayman while at the same time blowing on his whistle. The truth is you find the whole range in Boccaccio, from the unashamedly raunchy to lofty, self-sacrificing romance. My book does something similar. It started as a satire on well-heeled gay circles in Edinburgh. Then I fell in love with some of the characters and everything had to change. I decided it would be too artificial to have them tell their own stories. So while nine men (one is late) sit round the dinner table, you get to hear about their lives and loves, building up a composite portrait that lasts the short June night, till everyone who has sufficient energy left can climb out onto the roof and watch day breaking over the Fife hills to the north. Whatever people may have claimed, there are no portraits drawn from life. The book is a tribute to the not often enough told or sung lives of gay men, their friends and those who love them, from classifieds to AIDS to meeting his mother. And there's a recipe on the second page."
 
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THE WARLOCK OF STRATHEARN
[ISBN 0-575-06506-0]

     A coded manuscript, obscure in origin and procured in unusual circumstances, provides an engaging project for retired schoolmaster Archibald MacCaspin. Cranky in person and pedantic in his own prose, Archibald's translation of the first person narrative reveals a very different voice...
     In the 1640s, in a Perthshire valley, a servant girl is delivered of a child with astonishing powers. He can talk to animals, inflict sores, heal illnesses and see the dead. Following a childhood and adolescence filled with the sights, smells and sounds of one of the loveliest stretches of Scotland's countryside, his story moves to Edinburgh, and as far afield as the forests of Southern Bohemia, before bringing him home to the rowan wood at Culteuchar. He describes a relentless struggle with his grandmother and her malevolent spirit, a conflict only resolved in a final confrontation as vivid and violent as any horror movie. But the warlock's greatest feat is reserved for the woman he loves and loses, who meets her death with dignity on the scaffold.
     The more disquieting elements in the magical realism of Christopher Whyte's first novel Euphemia MacFarrigle and the Laughing Virgin here move to centre stage, in a fantastic narrative which frames a psychodrama of prejudice and misunderstanding, of love and loss, of family hatred, revenge and, finally, salvation.

"Though it's usually described as fantasy, this is the most autobiographical of all my novels. But covered up, concealed, made to look like something else. On a chill but clear winter's day, in the village of Falkland in Fife, I got the idea of a warlock who puts the finishing touches to the manuscript of his life story then sets himself alight on a bonfire of sweet-smelling wood. But first you meet Archibald McCaspin, a half-comic, half-tragic figure more interested in placename derivations than in magic. He writes the novel's introduction but doesn't survive to write the epilogue, which is left to his gay nephew. My friend egregious lexicographer Iseabail MacLeod helped me with the Scots dialogue, for which I am hugely grateful. The book plays enjoyably with Hogg, Stevenson and a wide range of Scottish kitsch. It's the one novel in that tradition where, rather than the local minister telling you how they put a stop to the witches, a warlock persuades the congregation to string their minister up. And it contains some of the scariest writing I have ever done.

 
THE WARLOCK OF STRATHEARN

 

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EUPHEMIA MacFARRIGLE AND THE LAUGHING VIRGIN
[ISBN 0-575-06065-4]

Three pregnant virgins languish in a West End convent while news spreads about an Episcopalian clergyman's outsize member. As the Catholic archbishop struggles to shake off a mysterious farting virus, a secret ring of respectable middle-class housewives stockpiles condoms. At the local Jesuit secondary school, two adolescents fall in and out of love. The Vatican's Special Emissary discovers a cure for his itching. A miraculous Madonna starts to laugh, and no wonder.
     Can all this really be the work of Euphemia MacFarrigle? Who is she and where did she come from? Is she a man or a woman? An angel or a devil? And what exactly did she put into that fairy cake?
     Magical realism brings havoc to the lives of Glasgow's baffled citizenry in Christopher Whyte's delicious first novel, a sophisticated literary soap opera where Armistead Maupin links arms with Mikhail Bulgakov. Tirelessly inventive and outrageously funny, it is nevertheless a moving indictment of the misery religious and sexual prejudice can cause.

"My Catholic upbringing was a gift and not just a curse. Watching the films of Pedro Almodóvar taught me how all that paraphernalia of processions and church ceremonies could be turned to good advantage. I had been longing for years to write the story of a miraculous statue in darkest Glasgow that laughed. Once three young nuns in a west end convent get pregnant with no apparent cause, it is downhill all the way for the city's perplexed (and uncontrollably farting) would-be cardinal. The size of the handbag Euphemia MacFarrigle can never be separated from is not quite enough to explain everything that happens. Though she probably is an angel, she can only manage to rescue one of a pair of adolescent schoolboys experimenting with gay love. While it is definitely a denunciation, a satirical revenge on bigotry and oppression from all religious communities in Glasgow, the book is also compassionate, good-humoured and often riotously funny. Imagine how perplexed I was when one friend commented he never knew I had a sense of humour!

 

 

EUPHEMIA MavFARRIGLE AND THE LAUGHING VIRGIN

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