THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER Mark Renton is finally a success An international jet setter, he now makes significant money managing DJs, but the constant travel, airport lounges, soulless hotel rooms and broken relationships have left him dissatisfied with his life 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 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 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 Lurching from crisis to crisis, the four men circle each other, driven by their personal histories and addictions, confused, angry so desperate that even Hibs winning the Scottish Cup doesn t really help One of these four will not survive to the end of this book Which one of them is wearing Dead Men s Trousers Fast and furious, scabrously funny and weirdly moving, this is a spectacular return of the crew from Trainspotting....
|Title||:||Dead Men's Trousers|
|Publisher||:||Jonathan Cape 29 M rz 2018|
|Number of Pages||:||432 Seiten|
|File Size||:||773 KB|
|Status||:||Available For Download|
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Dead Men's Trousers Reviews
Welsh in gewohnt übernatürlicher Qualität! Der erste Roman von ihm den ich im Original gelesen habe, da ich diesmal nicht noch ein Jahr auf die Übersetzung warten wollte. Ich war mir immer nicht sicher ob das - auch mit guten Englischkenntnissen - gut geht, und siehe da: es geht!Natürlich nicht jedes Wort, da Welsh ja bekanntermaßen viele schottische Slangwörter benutzt und die findet ntürlich auch das Kindle-Wörterbuch nicht. Ich konnter der Geschichte doch sehr gut folgen.Ich kann nur hoffen, dass noch viele,viele Bücher von ihm erscheinen, denn Welsh ist für mich der literarische GOTT!
I eagerly anticipated this book like a prisoner waiting for a hot juicy steak after years of subsisting off of bread and water. I am a big Welsh fan and have been since Filth blew my mind years ago. Trainspotting, Porno, and Skagboys are all classics to me with Porno being the best of the bunch. Despite a few fumbles with his "American" years, I got a kick out of The Blade Artist enough to overlook the implausible recharacterizing of Begbie. This book, it very much pains me to say, comes across like a late screenplay intended to be made as a sequel to the T2 movie, which I actually enjoyed a lot despite its deviations from the Porno storyline. DMT is a short read with implausibly recharacterized classic characters: the junky losers are now all financially successful fathers except for Spud. Everything comes across as forced. Past supporting players are briefly mentioned or excluded all together. New players are boring and one dimensional. Many sections reek of filler despite not being long novel to begin with. The main boys would be caricatures of their old selves if they hadn't been diluted of their former identifying behaviors. The story is not satisying in a traditional plot sense and serves no purpose as a commentary on lasting friendships like the other books in the series. In some ways it's like these guys are just meeting one another for the first time. The big spoiler is just that. It killed off the only character with any of the old spirit. I don't know what's in store for the ones who survived, but I won't be interested in finding out.