Few books fulfil the promise of their titles so graphically as Filth by Irvine Welsh says Alan Taylor (9 August ). Yes, things are going badly for this utterly corrupt tribune of the law, but in an Irvine Welsh novel nothing is ever so bad that it can’t get a whole lot worse. Filth. Irvine Welsh, Author W. W. Norton & Company $ (p) ISBN Welsh begins with a detective’s investigation into a murder–the death of a Ghanaian.

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It’s like the fitba, you have to time your runs. Thoughts that are not beliefs, though. Telling you the most brilliant thing about this novel would spoil the whole thing.

This is where he starts to play silly buggers. The gimmick of having part of the story narrated by Main Character’s tapeworm might have been an interesting gimmick if it hadn’t been just one more gimmick in a garbage-ridden sea of gimmicks.

His sin goes beyond breaking the law. Guilt racks him like a hangover. Yes, he’s a misanthrope, a racist, a sexist, a homophobe, a cokehead, a liar, a scum. As my fart retreats via the airvent I clock Niddrie exiting from the door, improving the room’s atmosphere in much the same way.

At last, a novel that lives up to its name. The media sensitive murder investigation of a black tourist might cause some filhh, but that’s not going to stop him enjoying his week holiday of drinking and welwh in the ‘Dam! Even though the situations he puts himself into are a bit on the surreal side, the main character himself is actually a quite realistic human asshole and very few times falls under the caricaturized version of evil.

The more reason you see behind their actions, the better you understand how they think, everything. The technique is to let the fart ooze out a bit before you head off, or you just take it with you in your troosers tae the next port of call. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Dougie Gillman has short brown hair, narrow, wslsh blue eyes and a big, powerful jaw you could break your fingers on.


His blood fairly skooshes out, covering his face like an oily waterfall and driving me into a frenzy; I’m smashing at his head and his skull is cracking and opening and I’m digging the claw hammer into the matter of his brain and it smells but that’s only him pissing and shitting and the fumes are sticking fast in the still winter air and I wrench the hammer out, and stagger backwards to watch his twitching death throes, seeing him coming from terror to that graceless state of someone who knows that he is definitely falling and I feel myself losing my balance in those awkward shoes and I correct myself, turning and moving down the old stairway into the street.

And if you can’t empathize with the scumbag character you might not like the book. Welsh manages, however to imbue these characters with a sad humanity that makes them likable despite their obvious scumbaggerry.

A Penguin Random House Company. If I were being facetious I’d hazard it was because of books like Filth which aim by inversion to show society’s ills and end up encouraging readers to rejoice in them. I was thinking it was an okay book until I, we, I got there. I got it all from Ray Lennox who was first on the scene with some uniformed spastics.

Thieving, rape, drugs. And that’s just the police

Edit Storyline Scheming Bruce Robertson James McAvoya we,sh and corrupt policeman, is in line for a rilth and will stop at flth to get what he wants. All they could see was the face of the demonic criminal who had disgraced an innocent young woman.

At a certain point the only sound of reason is the tapeworm inside him. This book is NOT for everyone, but it’s amazing. Paperbackpages. Thanks for telling us about the problem. The dynamic narrative device is shocking and perfect. Someone has pished in its remains and rice floats on a small freezing reservoir of urine.

Welsh’s writing is incredibly powerful, it swept me away and I kept reading it compulsively to the very last page. For himself, almost every day he starts work late, goes for long, alcoholic lunch breaks and usually knocks off early so he can go shag some woman or watch some adult videos at home. BairdIrvine Welsh based on the novel by. Go read it, it’s an excellent novel. He resents his own life. Now I’m sitting with a bad nut and Toal’s iflth on this.


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Drummond’s had her frizzy blonde hair cut short, which makes her look even mair ay a carpet muncher. Robertson, like Hibs, is on the way down. His words, thoughts and actions end up with you angry and repulsed and swallowing back a bit of your own vomit.

Robertson, compulsive and repulsive by turns, has only filtu problems.

He’s trying to speak now. Baird, from a script he irgine wrote. Karen Fulton looks encouragingly at her, then at me.

Halid Orman It’s almost a must that is if you liked the movie of course, because there is never a better portrayal of a work than its own self. He is a user, a misogynist, a racist, a drug user, and an abuser. That fucker’s my boss in name only. Most if not all of his thoughts are racist, misogynistic,homophobic, hateful, angry and nihilistic.

This is Toal we are talking about here. Given half a chance, he steals from old ladies, rapes young girls and puts substances up his nose which will not clear his sinuses.

I was glad then and I’m glad now. No, he wants us to throw in the towel. To be a Scottish optimist is an oxymoron.

You tricked me and spoiled things between me and my true love. Eliminating the competition with psychopathic precision, whilst indulging in his own sordid urges booze, sex, cocaine and a bit irvind the old ultraviolenceit seems hard to make this character relatable or even that likeable.

Some people, whose opinions I respect very much, feel that it is so twisted that it is ruined by virtue of its twistedness.