"Names is a novella-length yarn of the reverberations of one night's drunken escapade into a monumental feud between the sons and daughters of Thomas Dunn and James Gallun. The events take place in the forbidding north of Scotland in the first half of the twentieth century. The monologue is told not to the reader, exactly, but to another character, a grandson, so that the family history should not be forgotten. "As the history unfolds, family stories begin to enter. At times these stories have morals, at others they are fable-like in their home truths; often they are told because they just seem to come up in the mind of the history teller—they are told for the pleasure in the recalling of them. And soon one knows that the stories are the meat on the bones of genealogy; they are the family. And as the narrative proceeds, through the stories and the telling, the heroic past emerges, that faintly mythological past of Memory. Names is a wonderful book; here's a little story from it:

Mother was in the byre one evening before bed when she heard whispering out back. She found the dungfork and listened. Then she heard someone scramble up the stone wall on to the roof. She crept outside, and there she heard what she thought was someone having a good pee out by the peat stack. She went round the other end of the byre, and when someone came clambering down off the roof she rammed the dungfork into him. The fellow howled, and Mother pinned him to the ground. At that moment the peat stack burst into flames. Billy came from the house, grabbed another fork, and pitched dung off the dungheap on to the peat stack till he had smothered the flames. Then he subdued his mother who was working the fork vigorously in George Shearer's buttocks. He picked Shearer up and dragged him into the house where he poured alcohol in his wounds."— Toby Olson, American Book Review