A good book, following the exploits of the world's second worst police officer through the things he does. At a certain point in the book, the narrative starts to be interrupted by a tube-like structure that appears on top of the text, and at first is only made of the word "eat" being repeated amid the zeros that fill the empty space within the tube. It is later revealed that this is actually the thoughts of the tapeworm growing inside Bruce's intestines. A hatalom, a hivatal, a rendőri visszaélés valóságos kultúrája (és cinizmusa) már önmagában elég, hogy egy jól megírt regényt betöltsön. Erre még annyi motívumot rápakolt az író, amennyit csak elbír egy szöveg. Mégsincs, úgy érzem, túlírva. Az pedig nagyon tetszett, hogy a hasított belső monológok kitakarják a háttérszöveg történéseit: a regényből kvázi kihúzott szöveg gyakorlatilag párhuzamos szövegként, töredezett olvashatóságában összefüggéstelenné téve jelenik meg. Gazdaságosan hasznosított melléktemékként ez a pszeudo-regényszöveg egyszerre reflektál magára az írásra és a narrátor-főszereplő elmeállapotára, miközben a törzsszöveg teljesen önálló párhuzamos szála egyre több hátteret adagol Bruce egyre durvább kilengéseihez. Ráadásul egy saját bélféreg filozofikus monológja formájában. This is a review I wrote for the stage version of Filth, starring Tam Dean Burn, at the time he was the only man ever to play the role. It says almost everything I want to say about the book, so I thought it was worth reproducing here. Enjoy: And in all honesty, how do we expect frontline workers (coppers/ firies/ ambos/ nurses and all the others) to not be a little off kilter with all they have to deal with daily. From the stuff we dish out.

Amanda Drummond: A third co-worker of Bruce's, and the only one who openly disapproves of his behaviour and lifestyle. The book is disgusting in every imaginable way, but it somehow keeps you going. Even though the situations he puts himself into are a bit on the surreal side, the main character himself is actually a quite realistic human asshole and very few times falls under the caricaturized version of evil.Then it’s time to get the coveted Detective Inspector role. The one that should’ve been his six years ago. What could get in his way? Just an awkward murder to solve...how inconvenient. Rhona – Bruce's childhood girlfriend, in which the history of said relationship is revealed not by Bruce, but the tapeworm.

Nem tudom, mit szólnék ehhez rendőrként, de (még) civilként (is) nagyon felkavart ez a könyv. A Mocsok itt nem csak a rendőrség*, hanem minden elképzelhető emberi mocsok tárházából legalábbis egy nagyon kiadós, sötét orgia. Ahogy az elkerülhetetlen, az érzékletesen sokkoló részletekben itt-ott tükröződnek az olvasó saját, visszarezonáló magánpoklának releváns bugyrai. Ez a könyv nem kímél. Az utolsó leheletéig szörnyű ember Bruce Robertson, és tudom hogy utálna érte, de tényleg megsajnáltam, ha másért nem is de a benne fellelhető saját magam miatt. But Robbo has big plans. Get this mysterious rash under control, stop the itch in his nether regions that causes him to scratch til he bleeds, and head off to Amsterdam for his yearly holiday. A week relaxing at his favourite red light district. Alex "Lexo" Setterington – Bruce references the violent rape that Lexo and his gang of football hooligans committed in Marabou Stork Nightmares.And I mean, the caring up until you’re actually crying, that’s no small feat of Mr. Welsh here. Those final chapters were simply amazing.

nu e palpitant şi dur. Îţi garantez că nu o să te prinzi până la ultima pagină care e faza cu viermele intestinal-conştiinţa-naratorul din umbră-corul din maţele lui Bruce. Dacă nu te-ai ataşat de el de la bun început atunci nu o să îţi placă de el niciodată. Însă e bine să-l urmăreşti pentru că ce are de spus o să te dea pe spate. Ha! Buddy read with my good mate Bill, who has recently been immersing himself in some good old UK gritty crime novels. With a twist. First Ken Bruen, now Irvine Welsh. What an education. Reading this is like fast forwarding on a nightmare where the same elements keep repeating and everything spirals out of control slowly. Bruce hates everything and everyone and his only joy left is making people's live hell around him with perfectly planned scheming. Most if not all of his thoughts are racist, misogynistic,homophobic, hateful, angry and nihilistic. At a certain point the only sound of reason is the tapeworm inside him.Bruce Robertson: The novel's protagonist and anti-hero, Bruce Robertson is an amoral, Machiavellian, misanthropic, racist, sexist, psychopathic Detective Sergeant. In the hands of a lesser actor Welsh’s story could easily spiral out of control. The mirror balls and talking tapeworms, the masturbation and nudity, the ultra violence and disturbing revelations could overwhelm us with hopelessness. But Tam Dean Burn keeps us with him all the way. He makes us believe in the struggling core of Robertson’s goodness, and he shows us that hope can come from even the most tragic events. Ok, enough about the filth in Filth. Aside from the bombastic protagonist, it is actually an excellent crime novel. Full of misdirection, twists, turns, and surprises; if you enjoy the Angels In the Moonlight and The White Trilogy, you will probably enjoy filth. Obviously Filth takes the "bad cop" concept and offensive rhetoric up several notches, but it's a brilliantly written investigation novel. DS Bruce “Robbo” Robertson is appalling. He has no redeeming - nor redemptive - features. He’s just one writhing ball of vile, acrid nastiness. From the racism, to the sexism, to the chauvinism (name an “ism” and Robbo’s got the t-shirt), to the disgusting “hooring”, and slap dash approach to policing, it’s no wonder he has some digestive problems.