Filth is a 1998 novel by Scottish writer Irvine Welsh. A sequel, Crime, was published in 2008. [1] It was adapted into a 2013 film of the same name, directed by Jon S. Baird with James McAvoy in the lead role. But Robbo has big plans. Get this mysterious rash under control, stop the itch in his nether regions that causes him to scratch til he bleeds, and head off to Amsterdam for his yearly holiday. A week relaxing at his favourite red light district. Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan. But for all its outrageousness, this is a complex novel that digs deep into the ugly side of the human soul. Push the smut to one side. Actions have consequences. And even bullies were once bairns*.

Buddy read with my good mate Bill, who has recently been immersing himself in some good old UK gritty crime novels. With a twist. First Ken Bruen, now Irvine Welsh. What an education. We’ll be hopping over to Ireland and joining our friend Bunny McGarry soon. That should be fun. ***There are several reasons why I will never forget this book. The main reason is Bruce Robertson, the main character of "Filth".

And in all honesty, how do we expect frontline workers (coppers/ firies/ ambos/ nurses and all the others) to not be a little off kilter with all they have to deal with daily. From the stuff we dish out. This is a review I wrote for the stage version of Filth, starring Tam Dean Burn, at the time he was the only man ever to play the role. It says almost everything I want to say about the book, so I thought it was worth reproducing here. Enjoy: Robert Toal: Bruce's workplace superior; held in contempt by Bruce, who nevertheless must attempt to curry his favour to win a promotion.Clifford Blades: Registrar General for Scotland's Office, a member of Bruce's masonic lodge; a neurotic, insecure man, Clifford's marriage problems form one of the novel's major subplots. A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be welcome to return and tie up the gaping loose end Box leaves. The unrelenting cold makes this the perfect beach read. Bruce Robertson is a Police Investigator in Edinburgh. He's also, in every sense of the word, the WORST human being you can imagine. He's depraved, completely void of morality, racist, and worst of all, believes in what he does. Reading this book actually makes you fearful that there are people out there like this in positions of power. His actions are awe-inducing in their maliciousness. Sometimes they are horrifying. And amazingly, if you "connect" with this book (not everybody will), you will actually laugh out loud. Sometimes at yourself when you come to the realization that you are actually finding humor in his actions. In my adventures of reading modern fiction, I don't think I've ever come across such a horrible creation such as Bruce Robertson. He is filth.

A good book, following the exploits of the world's second worst police officer through the things he does. Bruce Robertson is a detective sergeant serving in Edinburgh's " Lothian Constabulary". Robertson is a Machiavellian, intensely misanthropic man who spends his time indulging in cocaine and alcohol abuse, sexually abusive relationships, compulsive gorging on junk food, and, most of all, his penchant for "the games" – Bruce's euphemism for the myriad foul plots he hatches directed at workmates. He is able to pander to all of his vices during his annual holidays in Amsterdam.nu e palpitant şi dur. Îţi garantez că nu o să te prinzi până la ultima pagină care e faza cu viermele intestinal-conştiinţa-naratorul din umbră-corul din maţele lui Bruce. Dacă nu te-ai ataşat de el de la bun început atunci nu o să îţi placă de el niciodată. Însă e bine să-l urmăreşti pentru că ce are de spus o să te dea pe spate. Ha! I'm glad I chose this book as an introduction into Welsh's writing, I'm quite sure I'll revisit more of his work once I feel my gut is up to it again. Ok, enough about the filth in Filth. Aside from the bombastic protagonist, it is actually an excellent crime novel. Full of misdirection, twists, turns, and surprises; if you enjoy the Angels In the Moonlight and The White Trilogy, you will probably enjoy filth. Obviously Filth takes the "bad cop" concept and offensive rhetoric up several notches, but it's a brilliantly written investigation novel. First off, the elephant in the room. Filth is maximally offensive in just about every way possible, and it is not for the faint of heart. It's a great book, but I could see the content being a deal breaker for many people. I honestly believe Welsh wrote the book like this to describe "the cycle of abuse" as vividly as possible. It's not unfair to say the amount and severity of offensive content was overkill, BUT it you have the intestinal fortitude to soldier through to the end, it works, and it's worth it. From the moment he struts into his onstage office, briefcase and brown paper bag in hand, lays his first fart and offers advice on how to escape the smell, Tam Dean Burn disappears into the skin and loathsome psyche of Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson.

Francis Begbie – Begbie was a main character in Trainspotting, its prequel Skagboys and sequel Porno. He is briefly mentioned a few times in Filth, associated with Lexo as running a second-hand furniture store in Leith. Mention of the business Begbie and Lexo are in is also made in Marabou Stork Nightmares and Porno. Bruce is not to be taken seriously, he's not where you draw your morals from (that would be Drummond, his antagonist). You just pity him or point at him and laugh at his ignorance.

Imagine the best thing you’ve ever done; imagine the most energy you’ve ever expended; imagine the ultimate expression of your greatest skill: now multiply that by a one hundred and it’s a good bet you still won’t even come close to the level of Tam Dean Burn’s performance in Filth. Then it’s time to get the coveted Detective Inspector role. The one that should’ve been his six years ago. What could get in his way? Just an awkward murder to solve...how inconvenient. FILTH' is the story of Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson, and the first thing you should know about him is that he's a complete and utter Bastard. Irvine Welsh remek író, és bár nem minden könyvét, azért sokat elolvastam: egyik-másik kiemelkedett, a Trainspotting, a rövid történetek, de voltak laposabb járatok is. A Filth nem az, valójában nem is számítottam rá hogy ennyire behúz egy szöveg – azt hihettem, hogy a javán már rég túlvagyok, és nem ér el hozzám igazán mélyre ez az írói eszköztár: a hihetetlen durvaság, a mindennapi hiperrealizmus, amit módszeresen kegyetlen pszichológiai hitelességgel tol az arcodba, gondoltam, sokkolódik a fene, de rámfér egy kis lazulás. Aztán szétestem, mint a főhős.