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Tuesday, 3 February 2026

Review: Trainspotting

 

Irvine Welsh’s Trainspotting is a ferocious, darkly comic portrait of addiction, masculinity, and survival on the margins of late-twentieth-century Edinburgh. The novel refuses sentimentality: heroin use is neither romanticized nor moralized, but presented as a grinding cycle of pleasure, squalor, violence, and self-deception. Welsh structures the book as a series of loosely connected episodes rather than a conventional plot, which mirrors the chaotic, stalled lives of its characters and keeps the reader slightly off balance throughout.

One of the novel’s greatest strengths is its use of a Scots narrator. The phonetic Scots dialect is not a gimmick; it is central to the book’s power. It gives the narrative an abrasive intimacy, forcing readers to hear the characters’ voices rather than observe them from a safe distance. The rhythm, humor, and brutality of the language sharpen both the comedy and the horror, making moments of banter genuinely funny and moments of degradation deeply unsettling. While the dialect can be challenging at first, it quickly becomes immersive, and its authenticity lends the novel moral authority.

Trainspotting is uncomfortable, often repellent, but also fiercely alive. Its linguistic daring and unflinching honesty make it a landmark of contemporary British fiction.

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