By Irvine Welsh
Irvine Welsh's scintillating, irritating, and altogether outrageous choice of stories—the foundation for the 1998 cult motion picture directed through Paul McGuigan.
he's referred to as "the Scottish Celine of the Nineties" (Guardian) and "a mad, postmodern Roald Dahl" (Weekend Scotsman). utilizing more than a few techniques from sour realism to demented delusion, Irvine Welsh is ready to evoke the fundamental humanity, good hidden because it is, of his mostly wicked, lazy, manipulative, and cruel characters. He specializes rather in cosmic reversals—God flip a hapless footballer right into a fly; an acid head and a infant boy or girl trade consciousnesses with sardonically unforeseen results—always exhibiting a corrosive wit and a telling accuracy of language and element. Irvine Welsh is one hilariously risky author who regularly creates a sensation.
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