I think in some of the American paperback copies of Trainspotting there's a translation guide, which I really could have used when I read it because I had some funny notions about what "ken" meant.
Speaking of Irvine Welsh, I just can't finish Filth and I really can't read books about misanthropic protagonists with absolutely no redeeming qualities. There was a time during my adolescence when I mistook misanthropy for maturity, but as I've gotten older I've come to realize that levity is also an emotion so I think I'm going to end this on-off thing I've had with him for the better half of the last decade. Trainspotting and The Acid House will always hold a special place in my heart, but our dalliance had to end sooner or later.
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