Reviews

  • "<b>Welsh is on compulsively readable, searingly funny form </b>in what has been billed as the final <i>Trainspotting</i> novel… What I really like about Welsh’s storytelling is that he makes these amoral misadventures so propulsive, so joyfully awful, that you have to go with the flow… <b>this roués’ romp is about as much fun as you can have between two book covers.</b>"

    The Times
  • "<p><b><i>Dead Men’s Trousers</i> is Welsh at his scabrous, foul-mouthed best</b> as the <i>Trainspotting</i> crew of<br>Renton, Begbie, Sick Boy and Spud are reunited in <b>a high-velocity tale</b> of drug dealing,<br>prostitution and the Hollywood art scene – with the odd compulsory organ donation casually<br>tossed in <b>with sadistic aplomb</b>.</p>"

    Sunday Times
  • "Some things never change. Violence lurks beneath the surface. Football still resonates. And, best of all, the Scots dialect retains its colloquial zing. Welsh fans are in for <b>another witty, scabrous treat.</b>"

    Mail on Sunday **Best New Fiction**
  • "<b>Irresistible</b>...<b> No one captures</b> <b>the competing affections and resentments that underpin</b> <b>lifelong friendships like Welsh</b>, and the original lads – Sick Boy and Spud in particular – still bring out the best in him... <b>keeping you gripped and choking on bursts of shocked laughter</b>."

    Esquire
  • "<b>A vignette-like study of modern masculinity</b>… This final book in Welsh’s self-described “Harry Potter franchise” is as much character study as social commentary, and a sympathetic observation about how growing older doesn’t necessarily mean growing wiser."

    Financial Times