Title: Reheated Cabbage
Author: Irvine Welsh
Page Count/Review Word Count: 275
Welsh is back, ya fuckin doss cunt. It’s time for me to blather aboot this eminently readable collection of Welsh’s short stories, spanning from 1994-2000. And what a cracker it is, too.
Written in Welsh’s typical vernacular, complete with his idiosyncratic sense of spelling and grammar, Reheated Cabbage captures the essence of Welsh’s early writing in a fantastic collection of short stories which cover everything from pills and pals to aliens addicted to Embassy cigarettes who’ve learned the niceties of human culture from a Scottish geezer who’s hiding out from the police on-board their ship.
There’s death too, of course – the collection starts with the story of a man who’s so keen to catch the Hibs v.s. Hearts game that he leads his wife into the path of an oncoming train, and you can expect to witness the death of a junkie in the sad surroundings of a Scottish house party.
But above all else, Reheated Cabbage offers you a chance to catch up with old friends, whether you’re eating Christmas dinner with Begbie or you’re catching up with Juice Terry and Carl ‘N-Sign’ Ewart in Miami.
Meeting up with a middle-aged Carl and Terry is made all the more sweet by the reappearance of their former nemesis – Mr. Black from their schooldays. He’s not quite the imposing figure that he used to be – in fact, by the end of his story, you’ll just want to give him a hug.
That is, if you’re a fuckin poofta, ya fuckin radge – git tae fook and buy the book!