Books by Irvine Welsh

I usually find “derelict fiction” unappealing (I don’t for instance enjoy Trainspotting , although I admit its aesthetic merits, nor did I like Drugstore Cowboy ; someone should write an essay on the merits and demerits of drug-based fiction), but these books are for me compulsively readable and the prose is more vital than almost anything else being written.  They are by Edward St. Aubyn and you can buy the first four of them here , the final one here .   By no means should you let these novels...