I found Trainspotting to be less entertaining than Filth on the whole, but it was a novel which affected me deeply and
left me thinking about it for days after I’d finished it. The story of one
character – Tommy – is devastating and utterly heart-breaking; to my surprise Trainspotting is quite a sad book once
you strip back the layers of dirtiness and black humour. It is preoccupied with
the horrifying consequences of drug abuse, covering a range of conventional
outcomes such as the burden to one’s family to more severe problems such as limb
amputation, the contraction of HIV, and even death.
Trainspotting is a difficult read at times for numerous reasons. Rather than having a
coherent, straight-forward narrative, it is composed like a collection of short
stories with overlapping characters and which are all connected by the 80’s
heroin culture in Scotland. It is written in Welsh’s trademark Scottish
dialect, though the language seemed to me to be ‘more Scottish’ than it was in Filth, however there is some reprieve in
the form of several third person perspective chapters; the language that Welsh
adopts in his novels should not put a reader off – it is innovative and does not
detract from the books but rather renders his novels more immersive. Finally,
there are loads of characters: I spent a long time at the beginning trying to
figure out who was who and who was doing what because most of the numerous
characters have several nicknames. The chapters rotate between characters, which
adds to this confusion, but it also ensures that we get a comprehensive view of
the junky lifestyle. I found the characters difficult to connect with, but they
are for the most part well drawn and interesting to follow.
Irvine Welsh has thoroughly
impressed me a second time round; Trainspotting
is an entertaining and funny yet emotionally raw, affecting and brutal novel
that I will never forget.
Rating: 8/10
Filth
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