With Dead Men's Trousers, Welsh shows no interest in good - or remotely literary - fiction, writing in a fashion more akin to the ten-a-penny airport genre paperback than someone who came within a bawhair of winning the Booker prize. First of all I must confess that Mr Welsh is my favourite author and I've read everything he's written as well as watched every film he's been involved in; I'm not biased, I'm grateful to him as I've loved every minute. You're nothing but a work-in-progress until that day you fall out of this world into the land ay dead men's trousers.

Most of the characters are flush with cash and have no discernible need - not real need anyway - seeming to kind of bounce off the walls wherever they go, with no significant danger or repercussions for their actions. They are relatively free of heroine addiction, but work their way throught a pharmacist's of drugs throughout the book.Begbie, now going by the name of Jim Francis, meets Renton on a plane, and surprisingly does not try to kill him. Dead Men's Trousers feels like a mad dash through a pre-determined series of events rather than the exploration of character, circumstance and setting which astute readers and fans of the original might be seeking. I rientri alla vecchia Edinburgo per far visita ai brandelli di famiglia rimasti in patria, sono doverosi ma sempre più penosi in occasione di ricorrenze vissute con acredine e distacco ( …in un miscuglio incessante di motivi pop natalizi dei Settanta e Ottanta ormai diventati un tale tormentone a ogni ritorno delle festività, che la gente bofonchia le parole sottovoce, come militari congedati per stress post-traumatico ). For all we know, there's yet another episode in the works, and the split between the pure literary and entertaining will be even wider. The more things change with these boys, the more they stay the same and the running theme of betrayal is ever present – it’s as though they simply cannot get ahead without it being at the expense of a mate.

Welsh also works the novel around Hib’s historic Scottish Cup win with him and the fictional characters all being supporters of the club.

Previously peacable characters explode with sudden violence as decades long resentments boil over, particularly where characters have literally been too clever for their own good. Here he is joined by Terry 'Juice' Lawson, taxi driving sex addict and not adverse to some violence himself if necessary, tying up some loose ends from A Decent Ride, so not all responsibility can be laid at Begbie's door. La versione adulta dei Leith-boys va dall’inverosimile all’impossibile, le situazioni in cui vengono calati sono paradossali, ma da loro coetaneo sublimo la mia (discutibile) normalità e la mia (presunta) correttezza divertendomi un sacco.

Not That Kind of Doctor: Euan is a foot doctor but that doesn't stop Symes blackmailing him into removing kidneys. But the psychotic Begbie appears to have reinvented himself as a celebrated artist and – much to Mark’s astonishment – doesn’t seem interested in revenge. Reading Renton and Sick Boy's candid commentary on Scottish and American society and life in general, told in that scabrous Scottish dialect laden with expletives, is both thrilling and uplifting. Where The Blade Artist focuses on Begbie, showing us how he believes he’s changed, then highlighting how he hasn’t changed at all, DMT finally gets all of the boys back together again - successful, off the skag, but still inherently the same boys they were when we first met them in Trainspotting.In shifting POVs, we also catch up with Sick Boy (now the owner of a high-class escort agency) and Spud (still a loveable loser, but getting by the best he can), and as the four eventually all cross paths again for the first time in decades, Renton finds himself forced to pay off even more debts (which leads him to plead poverty despite a first class lifestyle and homes on two continents). Sick Boy and Spud, who have agendas of their own, are intrigued to learn that their old friends are back in town, but when they enter the bleak world of organ-harvesting, things start to go so badly wrong. Tonight, Someone Dies: An advertising point was that one of the main four characters wouldn't survive the book. In a positive assessment for The Guardian, Sam Leith commented that "if you go for Welsh’s stuff, as I do, you’ll go for Dead Men’s Trousers with great enthusiasm". Mark Renton (Rents/Rent Boy) is now manager to a small stable of club DJ’s and spends his life on planes and in hotels, seeing to their every need.

The writing is very funny and there are always quotes that I come across thatI try to remember but never do. So different from Armistead Maupin, whose creations negotiated loss, pain and love by developing their better selves. Dove se non in un romanzo, un barman asporta un rene ad un donatore ignaro seguendo un tutorial su youtube? And women are, for the most part, either whining and needy or gagging for it, or both – though you could just about attribute the misogyny to the deplorable worldviews of the various narrators.

As expected, there is grotesque violence, filthy sex and behaviour so despicable that it would turn the stomach of an alley-cat; yet, the driving force of this book is a heart. He’s then rocked by a chance encounter with Frank Begbie, from whom he’d been hiding for years after a terrible betrayal and the resulting debt. Dead Men's Trousers is a very entertaining read after tepid and uninspired offerings like The Blade Artist and The Sex Lives of Siamese Twins.