The stories were bland, shocking and disqusting, but still bland. After the two break up, they encounter each other socially and are friendly, but neither one pines for the other. As for the guy that stabbed the boy - well, silly wee bugger, but. Sex is violent and sadomasochistic, childbirth a living hell and any sort of tenderness a ludicrous self-deluded sentimentality. You do get guys like Boab walking around feeling sorry for them self. These tales are equally hilarious and disturbing, and a few of them - including the title story, where God turns the protagonist into a housefly - are prime examples of transgressive fiction at its most bizarre and most creative. I enjoyed that aspect; we get to see Welsh explore different themes and styles.
However, that's not to say the realistic stories don't stand side-by-side with them, drug addled frenzies more than compensate, on top of a scathing social commentary which leaves no shit unturned. The sniffy line on Welsh is that he is a one-book wonder, yet the three stories here culled from his short-story collection of the same name at least display a semi-fresh diversity. Der Autor versteht es wie kein anderer, die Abgründe und dunklen Stellen der Gesellschaft auf den Menschen zu übertragen und ohne grosse Übertreibung darzustellen. I didn't actually know anything about it, so I was surprised to find it was a collection of short stories and one novella. So yeah it was a funny book.
Originally the producers envisioned their film helmed by three different directors, yet at least until that garbled final chapter McGuigan moves beautifully with the shifting landscape of Welsh's tales. This is an actual account of many peoples experiences and lifes. Not everything is set in the reality we know. At first, his girlfriend seems oblivious that he is a hopeless addict, and when she finally realizes it, she accepts it with a shrug. As others have said on here, the stories get a little repetitive because all the characters are fairly of a kind. It basically started life as three stories for Channel Four, and only got a cinema release opportunistically, after Trainspotting's global success.
Sadly, the other half Let me say that Irvine Welsh is my all time favorite author. This is little more than three in-your-face clumsily crafted short films whose sole purpose is to offend those viewers with enough 'bollocks' to suffer through this drug-induced piece of nonsense. I picked up Acid House and was quickly discouraged. But its fascinating strands are finally too undigested. Copyright © 2017 SockShare, All rights reserved.
Gleaves is liked by Brian, yet with a hint of contempt in his good will toward the manager. The Acid House is a collection of short stories, with each story featuring a new set of characters and scenarios. Drogen, Sex, Dreck und Gewalt. The answer is a resounding fuck all. Tilting at a kind of record-deck aesthetic, this loops and scratches its dialogue like a dance remix set in celluloid. Veitchappears in A Smart Cunt Veitch, one of Brian's friends in the novella, is so stupid that he allows a drug dealer to keep his wares at Veitch's apartment, putting himself rather than the dealer at risk of a bust.
The baby with his adult brain gets off on breast feeding and watching his parents have sex. I mean society being what it is, isn't the sensible man's response to go insane? Overall, I'd say this book is definitely a must for people already hooked on Welsh's writings. Because of this, I think Brian is easier to relate to than many of Welsh's other characters. Let me say that Irvine Welsh is my all time favorite author. Welsh also takes a number of risks, moving away from stories narrated by junkies and pimps and focusing on other troubled members of society an old man missing his wife, a movie-fanatic loner , although the junky stories are there too, most notably the novella at the end. In the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind they have invented a method for erasing specified memories from your mind - I hope they invent just such a thing in real life so I can get them to erase all memory of my five star books so that I can read them all for the first time again. The majority of these stories are excellent, very few feel like filler.
My favourite stories in this collection are: 'Eurotrash', 'The Last Resort on the Adriatic' Surprisingly moving, demonstrating the sh The Acid House was published less than a year after Welsh's dynamic debut Trainspotting, and it possesses the same energy and freshness. How on earth this film ever got off the ground is unfathomable, but it single-handedly has managed to turn back British cinema a decade. I wouldn't read this again, but if you liked Trainspotting, don't mind short stories and have a fondness for the word cunt. I was disappointed when I cracked this open to find that it was a collection of short stories. All three sections are independent, but are linked by setting and by the reappearance of incidental characters, in particular who appears variously as an inebriated wedding guest, a figure in a dream, and a pub patron.
Every other word is a swear word and it adds nothing to the story. This is literally one of the worse books I have ever read. Also really disliked 'Disnae Matter' because this included one of my biggest pet hates, when people say Disneyland when they mean Disney World. I had watched trainspotting as a teenager and had prematurly assumed that Irvine Welsh was a genius. I struggled to see how anyone could enjoy these stories. I picked it up because I wanted to read more from Welsh.