Coming back home from work, at the butt end of a day, you stand in front of your door in the well-lit porch. You look for the keys in your rather cluttered bag, with a small irritation growing larger by the minute. When you find it, you quickly put it in the lock and turn it.
Read “Raw Spirit: In Search of the Perfect Dram” with a glass of whisky in one hand— be it neat or on the rocks— and a Scottish map in the other. With this book, Iain Banks explored non-fiction writing for the only time, having previously written mainstream fiction and science-fiction under a nom de plume of Iain M. Banks.