Men in Love by Irvine Welsh review: 'his paciest, funniest book in years'
Beginning just a few weeks after the dramatic finale of Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh’s new novel charts the subsequent romantic entanglements of Renton, Spud and Sick Boy. (Begbie, meanwhile, remains more of a fighter than a lover.) Review by Malcolm Jack
The early stages of drug dependency and romantic love have such similar rushing, all-consuming power that scientific studies of their comparative neurological effects have been made. That a book about one group of young men’s devastating heroin habits should be followed by another about their often self-destructive pursuits of sex and relationship highs therefore makes plenty of sense.
Thirty-two years have passed since Leith tearaways Renton, Sick Boy, Spud and Begbie first leapt off the pages of Irvine Welsh’s darkly delirious million-selling masterpiece Trainspotting. Danny Boyle’s 1996 film adaptation subsequently made icons of the characters and their creator. There have been numerous prequel, sequel and spin-off novels and short stories of varying merit, plus an iffy follow-up movie (2017’s T2, set decades after the original).


At the outset of Men In Love, merely weeks have expired since Trainspotting’s end, when Renton chose life by ripping off his mates in a drug deal before disappearing with their cash. The mixture of guilt, rage, betrayal and confusion each man feels is as fresh as the sweat on Renton’s brow, as he goes cold turkey in Amsterdam trying to get clean. He, Sick Boy and Spud are estranged, yet largely united in their resolve not to fall back on the smack (Begbie’s tangential compulsion for violent mayhem, meanwhile, rages unchecked). But what should fill the void?
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Foreshadowing 2002’s Porno, the book that inspired T2, pseudo-sophisticate Scots Italian manipulator Sick Boy is in London building a career in adult entertainment, while using and abusing various women to different ends. Including Amanda, an upper-class dropout he encounters at drug counselling. She forces him to feel forbidden feelings no natural born shagger should feel. The thickest yet most morally sound of them all, Spud, is in a relationship with Sick Boy’s ex Alison, whom he showers with a desperate, cloying love she can’t requite. In Amsterdam, Renton becomes immersed in the burgeoning acid house club scene, and a world of fluid sexual and romantic relationships he may not be emotionally equipped for. Begbie’s devotion remains only to Leith, the blade and the bottle.
The raw, gritty, trippy urgency and hyper-realism that drove Welsh’s debut novel has long-since faded from his writing. Some of his graphic descriptions of oftentimes squalid sex may leave you needing a shower. But the simple ease and joy with which he reinhabits these vivid characters makes this his paciest, funniest, most page-turning book in years.
If there is a love to be felt, it’s Welsh’s for his Leith young team, who for all their flaws and indeed evils, he never leaves without hope of redemption - be it Sick Boy in his battle of wits with Amanda’s toff hypocrite father in the build up to their wedding, or Begbie, the world’s worst best man, hanging over the climactic posh nuptials like a black cloud, threatening to rain either rough class justice or purely psychotic chaos.
Men in Love, by Irvine Welsh, Vintage, £20. Irvine Welsh is at the Edinburgh International Book Festival on 22 August
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