Go to The Rumpus and check out my review of Irvine Welsh’s “Reheated Cabbage.” It’s a short story collection in high Trainspotting form — drugs, lowlife characters, and humor.
PS. The rat on the dust jacket is likely a metaphorical depiction of one or several characters.
Here’s the opening:
The unappetizing title of Reheated Cabbage, a collection of stories from Irvine Welsh, suits its unappetizing characters. The first story, “A Fault on the Line,” online pharmacies onhealthy offers one character who, when his female partner gets her legs chopped off by a train, wonders only if they’ll still be able to have sex. The collection goes on to introduce: a gay basher, a misogynistic hoodlum given to insults and blows, a racist pedophile whose role model is a pimp who beats his “hoors”—and, Welsh being Welsh, a good dose of the drug addicted.
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Good review. AND, this is no joke. When I started reading it, my iTunes shuffle randomly selected The Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil.”