Welcome to Litsy!

Kelman does not write books that can be read quickly. This monologue is presented as the interior thoughts of a young boy growing up in poverty in Glasgow. Nothing is immediately impressive in the writing; it is "just" a steady flow of dialect - no arc or defining moment. I suspect it is extremely well-done and maybe too authentic. I loved the passages about climbing walls/drainpipes/trees, but there is also a lot of boring boy-child thoughts.