THE life of Giles Gordon, the celebrated Edinburgh literary agent who died after a tragic fall at his home, was remembered yesterday in the cathedral for which he was named.
IT IS profoundly shocking that Giles Gordon, who was my agent, is dead, not just because accidents are shocking but because he was a man who was always so sharply alive. Scathing in his criticism and abundant in his praise, he took my first children’s novel, Blood Red Horse, which, through his good offices, is to be published by Puffin next February, because it appealed to him, even though children’s fiction wasn’t really his thing.
Giles Gordon, literary agent
IT IS hard to imagine being in Scotland without Giles Gordon. In the 10 years or so that he had been back in his native country he had stamped his personality, not just on the literary world, where he was such a powerful influence, but on Scottish life in general, about which he held strong and generally controversial views.
"OH, GOOD Lord, another one?" said Giles Gordon, the first time he met me in his lovely homely office in Queensferry Street, Edinburgh. And, of course, like so many others, I liked him immediately.
THE pleasures of the table will be greatly reduced by the death yesterday of the literary agent Giles Gordon. Lunch, usually long, frequently gossipy and always seasoned with a choice bottle of wine, was undoubtedly his favourite meal of the day and no-one who had the good fortune to join him ever rose from the table with anything other than an air of deep satisfaction.
TRIBUTES today poured in for the leading literary agent Giles Gordon who has died following a Halloween fall at his New Town home.
SCOTLAND’s leading literary agent, Giles Gordon, died in hospital yesterday, two weeks after a fall at his home.