Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson statue, Kelvingrove, Glasgow

A few years ago, there was a BBC Scotland series called ‘Writing Scotland’, which included a vignette with the artist and author Alasdair Gray, he of Lanark. He said that he and a group of friends once half-seriously thought of replacing the statue of Walter Scott underneath his monument in Edinburgh with a memorial to Robert Louis Stevenson. I’m not much of a fan of Gray but I could sympathise with this notion. Stevenson and Scott were vastly different writers, both producing a vast array of books about a whole host of things. Sir Walter Scott appears on banknotes as well as having the aforementioned muckle rocket ship-shaped monument in Princes Street and also Abbotsford near Melrose. RLS has to make do with a bit of the Writers’ Museum, a grove of trees in Princes Street Gardens and a plaque on the corner of Drummond Street and Nicolson Street, just off South Bridge. I spotted it a few years ago and then promptly forgot about it until the other day when I was in the area. I wonder just how many students have been inspired by it.

As it is, I haven’t read all that much of Stevenson’s work. I wrote recently about wanting to read more of Muriel Spark’s work and she is at the front of the queue. Beyond Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde, read in my teens during my ‘working through the school library classics’ stage, right after I read James Hogg’s The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner, I haven’t read so much of RLS. But I hope to some time, perhaps while I still am a student but hopefully not when my heart is down.

 

4 thoughts on “Robert Louis Stevenson

  1. Maia

    Stevenson had a small but memorable role in my becoming a poet. One of my aunts gave me an edition of his A Child’s Garden of Verses with some beautiful color plates. Based on the date written in the cover, I was 9 and the book is 40. It didn’t do the job of making me a poet on its own, but it was without a doubt my first meeting with real poetry. They are real poems; only the subject matter is childlike, though I wouldn’t call it childish in any way.

    Yes, I think I need to pay a visit to that plaque.

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      1. Maia

        I knew that sounded familiar; it’s part of the collection. I’m thinking it’s about time to take it out and have a look through it again. I love cloth-bound books; it’s still in sturdy shape after so long.

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