Whisky Magazine Issue 114
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?Here comes the story of the Murricane
?In all my years writing this column, I've never featured the same author twice. But when Whisky Towers called to ask if I'd fancy having an advance read of Tom Morton's new novel, I knew that there was one more rule made to be broken. I enjoyed Morton's Guttered, when I read it nine years ago, and I enjoyed A Whisky in Monsterville even more. It's got everything a pop-lit novel for guys needs: sex, guns, black humour, Scotland, religious fanatics, mercenaries, drinking… it even comes with recommended drams and tasting notes for each chapter.
The hero – the marvelously named Murricane – is a water-of-life connoisseur who lives in a boat on Loch Ness: It was chilly on the loch at this time of night, getting on for 1.00 am. Maybe the beer was too cooling. He pulled out of his pocket a miniature of Balblair 97 he'd picked up during a visit to the distillery, north of Inverness, across the Black Isle. Whisky, they always said, was an outdoor spirit, originally made in mobile stills by a stream or a river, meant to be drunk as a medicine, a tonic, a guard against cold or a buffer against fear.
It turns out that plenty of fear is coming to Scotland – in the form of a crazy fundamentalist preacher and an evil US billionaire.
Murricane is a former SAS man who's dropped out of society to nurse the physical and mental scars he carries from a botched mission in Afghanistan. He spends his days making trout lures and accompanying his friend Ferg on expedition...