Here is a man hard to find. After reading his novels (or at least those I could get hold of) I have been looking for any kind of proof that Jack Dickson is a real person and not just some pen name of a much better known author. I just couldn’t believe that somebody writing so brilliantly was only a face in the crowd.

His literary works are very Scottish in the most positive sense. The stories are honest, strong, sometimes full of violence but always with a soft spot. You can’t help yourself falling for his characters.

And now his new play is being performed in Glasgow in the very venue I used to go when I was in town. How ironic! I wish I could simply hop across the channel and be there for the opening night. Unfortunately I can’t.

However, I strongly recommend to everyone to go see the play. Don’t miss this opportunity if you have the chance.