The act of criticism is inevitably personal, never detached. Each statement is part of a sublimated dialogue of the collective voiced by the individual about the world we live in. No wonder we despise it. Responsible for Trainspotting. His latest book, Filth , begins with or contains a policeman orally sodomising an underage girl.
Nobody is offended.
Astounding, the capacity, the capaciousness, the range. Or perhaps not. The voices are so eloquent, but so shallow, narcissistic, nihilistic. His plays are dense, illogical, surreal, impenetrable. Winner of several awards.