Another entry in the Trainspotting saga had my hopes high that Welsh might have returned to form after the slew of forgettable books he's churned out in the past decade or so. I was disappointed. If it wasn't for Skagboys, I might well be considering the idea that Trainspotting was indeed ghostwritten by Spud Murphy. Hell, maybe this is Welsh trying to tell us something? Unfortunately, this also has me questioning whether the other books are as good as I remember them being - a question which I'm sure will answer itself in due course. Sleeps with Everyone but You: Mikey Forrester's hatred of Renton is explains that a woman was stringing Mikey along for months to get free drugs then casually slept with Mark. Replace ice … Whoa, man, no sae sure aboot that. Ice is pure natural like, well, it’s usually made artificially in fridges like, but in its natural state in the polar regions – Begbie, as we learned from The Blade Artist, is outwardly apparently a reformed character and is now Jim Francis, artist and sculptor living in California with his wife and two young daughters. Mark Renton is finally a success. He now makes significant money managing DJs, but the constant travel, airport lounges, soulless hotel rooms, and broken relationships have left him dissatisfied with life.

Off the Wagon: In contrast to his recovery and finding religion in Porno, Second Prize appears in a single scene and looks so worn from drink that he appears almost dead.

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Mikey waves ehs hand n shakes ehs heid. — Naw, Spud. No in likes ay drinks n that, eh laughs, hudin up his pint. — But it works better freezin organs. The book is further enhanced, in my opinion, by the best audio book reader I've listened to. Tam Dean Burn is absolutely superb and I couldn't imagine listening to an Irvine Welsh book that was read by anyone else. His delivery of the book both brings it to life and, if it is possible, makes the story even better with his geniune Leith accented delivery. He truly is a genius of an audio book reader. Dove se non in un romanzo un detenuto psicato può intortare la propria psicologa (ovviamente gran fica) fingere si essersi redento, sposarla, avere due figlie con lei pur rimanendo il solito folle psicato?In this the latest and apparently last novel in the series, the gang, now all in middle age are thrown together for one last enterprise. Chekhov's Skill: Renton's martial arts training from the previous book, which he learned to defend himself from Begbie, ironically gets used to save Begbie's life towards the end of the book. Welsh non è autore per tutti, che sia lasciato a noi bastardi potenziali che lo abbiamo nominato portavoce.

The same goes for “ Dead Man’s Trousers,” out Tuesday, Feb. 26, the fourth and final book in the series. It features the same four protagonists and hits the same high/low marks as “Trainspotting” did. The tale is appalling, transgressive, politically incorrect, spit-take funny, and, in some sobering ways, an examination of misogyny and toxic masculinity. The book cover for "Dead Men's Trousers." (Courtesy) They were nice lads and the fact that they're in soldier uniform is constant proof that a nation state isnae a kind of construct if you urnae rich. Sto seduto nel mio appartamento a fumare canne e compatirmi. A deprimermi ancora di più con la coscienza esatta di quello che farò per sopportare questo disastro: mi sfonderò di sostanze, e passato l'effetto mi butterò nel lavoro. Lo ripeto fino alla morte. E questa la trappola. Non c'è un dopo.

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Title Drop: Mark notes that people are nothing but a work in progress until we die and fall into the world of dead men's trousers.

Danny Murphy (Spud) is the only one still living in Edinburgh and is still an addict, spending his days begging on the street for change. The parts with Begbie are also a huge improvement from the disappointing The Blade Artist. I respect Welsh for pulling off Begbie's transformation from a psychotic force of nature to a well known artist, loyal teetotaler husband and responsible father of two kids. He is still a psycho to people who try to mess with his family. I guess Welsh was trying to make the point that truly great artists are not what they seem to be on the surface. And if that'd been the whole of the book, it might've been great. Might've been. But Welsh being the writer that he is — having sat through years with these idiots on his shoulders, blathering on about tits and hoors and skag — that could've never been the whole of it. What we are trading that for is years of entertainment, and I for one will take it. But I definitely understand if others aren't into this diluting of the "franchise." As said, I'm into it and I'm entertained.Random House presents the audiobook edition of Dead Men's Trousers by Irvine Welsh, read by Tam Dean Burn. It's kind of similar to latter-day Simpsons episodes. Not quite the institution it used to be, but if you just watch to watch you can enjoy. Mi sgomenta un po' adesso iniziare un nuovo romanzo, ho riso parecchio per alcuni passaggi, ho rallentato perché la lettura durasse il più possibile.