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El «señor» Bruce Robertson.
Lejos de ser un ciudadano y policía ejemplar, es violento, manipulador, racista y machista. Además es adicto a los malos hábitos, de forma habitual consume pornografía, servicios de prostitutas, cocaína, alcohol y comida rápida…
Todos estos vicios le convierten literalmente en «el trocito de excremento humano más furtivo, malvado y vil que jamás ha pisado este planeta...».
Como consecuencia de sus malos hábitos se le reproduce un gran herpes genital y también, la solitaria, un parásito intestinal. Este parásito acaba por convertirse en la voz de su conciencia y nos ayuda a entender tal comportamiento.
Descubre como este sargento, junto con su equipo, tratan de resolver el brutal asesinato del hijo de un diplomático africano.
Escoria es una novela punzante, polémica, irónica y mal oliente, que poco a poco te abduce dentro de su locura. Viaja a través de sus párrafos y entiende y sigue el hundimiento de este polémico personaje, que a pesar de todo, te hará reír.
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With the festive season almost upon him, Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson is winding down at work and gearing up socially - kicking off Christmas with a week of sex and drugs in Amsterdam. There are irritating flies in the ointment, though, including a missing wife, a nagging cocaine habit, a dramatic deterioration in his genital health, a string of increasingly demanding extra-marital affairs. The last thing he needs is a messy murder to solve. Still it will mean plenty of overtime, a chance to stitch up some colleagues and finally clinch the promotion he craves. But as Bruce spirals through the lower reaches of degradation and evil, he encounters opposition - in the form of truth and ethical conscience - from the most unexpected quarter of all: his anus. In Bruce Robertson, Welsh has created one of the most corrupt, misanthropic characters in contemporary fiction , and has written a dark, disturbing and very funny novel about sleaze, power, and the abuse of everything. At last, a novel that lives up to its name.… (more)
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I really liked the strange Scottish slang that was used in this book but I did have to look it up online to decipher what it means, so people may have the same problem while reading this book as well, but it was fun to figure out what it means.
The Scottish brogue is not as daunting as I thought it might be, but the lack of a point, an insight, a reason to the
However, I have heard a few good things about Welsh's other books, so I would like to give him another shot.
The Scottish brogue is not as daunting as I thought it might be, but the lack of a point, an insight, a reason to the
However, I have heard a few good things about Welsh's other books, so I would like to give him another shot.
But I tried it again, and I'm glad that I
Like most unpleasant things, if you just try to power through it you can get to something rewarding.
Once things really start falling apart for Mr. Robertson I couldn't put the book down... my poor neglected girlfriend can attest to that.
Now that I'm done I'm going to take a shower and read something fuzzier... like the new Stephen King I just got.
At
In passing, I thought it might make a compelling bit of controversial telly.
And so here is a novel about a
I struggled to get into it in its early stages. It was wall-to-wall egregious behaviour, and it made me think how important it is, even in a book about someone utterly amoral, to have some spark of goodness to lighten the way, so there I was like a man dying of thirst in the desert desperately searching for some evidence of humanity in this character’s corrupt soul. Eventually there was that chink of light, and as with all Irvine Welsh novels, this turns out to have depths I didn’t suspect, and by the end I was quite in awe of its complexity, its extensive cast, and the way the action was sustained evenly over so many pages. There was some tremendous dark humour too (I loved the bit with the dog on the farm).
It can be an unsettling read. The Scottish slang talk, the phonetic spelling, the shocking events and the depths it plumbs are just the same as those in Trainspotting, yet it’s harder to laugh at this one. I think that’s because Trainspotting is about junkies and we expect the worst of them, whereas this is about the police and we want to expect the best from them. I had the feeling the author was drawing our attention to the real dangers of freemasonry within the police, and suggesting that all coppers are bent, they all take drugs, they all have 100% contempt for the public. Maybe I am being naive but I don’t want to believe it.
"Filth" covers the life of an Edinburgh detective named Bruce Robertson who has a tapeworm inside him, a severe mental health issue, and his life spiraling out of control. Robertson
Everyone needs to read some Irvine Welsh and "Filth" is as good an entry to Welsh's oeuvre as any.
It's told in first person by the main character, Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson of the Leith Police, who's approaching middle age and is one of the detectives
Sometime before the beginning of the story Carole has gone away to spend some time with her Mum, who's back in Scotland, and Bruce is on his own. Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to cook or use the machine to wash clothes and as the story progresses his clothes get filthier and filthier, and with his bachelor lifestyle, that's mud, food, sweat, semen, alcohol and anything else that could possibly spill…
Bruce isn't a very nice guy, either. He's mean, vicious, vulgar, racist, sexist, alcoholic, wasted on cocaine and wants that promotion. He's in charge of a racial murder that's taken place does what he can to put his colleagues in situations to keep them from getting their job done.
For himself, almost every day he starts work late, goes for long, alcoholic lunch breaks and usually knocks off early so he can go shag some woman or watch some adult videos at home. About the most work he seems to do is filling in his overtime pay forms.
At the beginning he's in charge of everything around him, but slowly through the novel everything degenerates. We see, from his eyes, what even he doesn't see himself as he loses control and that his coworkers he considers pathetic are much more on top of things than he is…
Welsh is crude, vulgar, sick and very filthy in this book, and spins out a fantastic tale.