The Book Its not often when reading a novel, that you find yourself routing for a tapeworm!
Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson is the most foul-mouthed, misogynistic, callous character I have ever come across in fiction. Filth is readable and entertaining, but I had to do it in small doses. I almost felt physical revulsion when picking up the book as I had to steel myself for descriptions of disease, sordid sex and constant swearing. Maybe it was because I was unwell at the time of reading it - not a bedside read.
The prose is very cleverly written, with some Scottish accent, varying points of view and gradual psychosis of the main narrator. The gradual slippage into the plural, as in the royal "we", signifies the narrator's breakdown and duality of viewpoints - but is it the tapeworm or is it a further split in Bruce's personality?
