It's both exciting and depressing to read an excellent debut novel by some twenty-one year old punk. It is outright distressing, though, that someone so young should demonstrate such an insider's acquaintance with the seamy world the book depicts. On the cover of my edition, Irvine Welsh compares the book to Less than Zero, and that's apt--perhaps if you splice it with Welsh's own Trainspotting and the controversial movie Kids. The novel is written from the perspective of a handful of kids in…
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