A great new take on theme - 'academic researches poet who died young and gets some shocks relevant to his own life'. Starts quite slowly but the tension really builds, as does the gothic atmosphere, when Murray lands on the remote island of Lismore trying to trace why his subject died. The climax is quite simply a stunner.
He shrugged his own shoulders. It was all pointless. He had been stupid to think he could write a biography of a man who died thirty years ago, leaving one slim volume and not much else. The conversation with Geordie's landlord had been typical of his researches. Tantalising and half-remembered, a dramatic postscript to a drink-addled man careless of his own sanity. It added nothing to Murray's understanding of Lunan.