I met Alasdair Gray a few times back in the late 70s, he was great buddies with Archie Hind, another writer whose daughter Sheila was married to my brother Dave.
I tried to get into his art and writing but couldn't, mostly because I had met him, I think, and the clique of writers he and Archie knocked about with sort of grated on me (I was in my early twenties).
They were all fervent Scottish Nationalists and quite honestly believed the Scots to be a superior people. I remember one soiree where the English received short shrift, as though they were racists to a man, and the source of all Scotland's problems.
I think around that time I had been turned down by the Glasgow School of Art after sending in some awful portfolio, so I was very anti any writer/artists whose work looked like Gray's or John Byrne's. I saw them as unoriginal, their art looked like a lot of stuff that appeared after the war, I couldn't see what the fuss was about, and anyway why were they trying to be artists AND writers? What an exercise in clever-dickery...
So I was pretty down on the whole Glasgow art scene at the time as you can see. I'm not so down on Byrne these days (did you know he lives in the highlands with Tilda Swinton?) but Gray...? Nah, even as I get older I'm not drawn to him.