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The ending, the damn ending to the book.

It’s been like five years since I last cried with a book, I actually had to step out of the office (I started reading the book on the bus ride to work, I had 20~ pages to go when I arrived and I sure as hell wasn't going to stop reading) and to the bathroom to try and cool myself down (view spoiler)[when I read the last two pages (hide spoiler)].

The book is disgusting in every imaginable way, but it somehow keeps you going. Even though the situations he puts himself into are a bit on the surreal side, the main character himself is actually a quite realistic human asshole and very few times falls under the caricaturized version of evil.

(view spoiler)[The last 80~ pages, the whole humanization process of the policeman previously known as the asshole, turning him from something you despise into someone you feel pity for, and even partially understand why he is the way he is. You end up somehow vicariously caring about this sorry broken man for all the shit that (at first because life’s just a bitch, then because he was just an ass) he’s had to endure. (hide spoiler)]

And I mean, the caring up until you’re actually crying, that’s no small feat of Mr. Welsh here. Those final chapters were simply amazing.

I was thinking it was an okay book until I, we, I got there.

I'm glad I chose this book as an introduction into Welsh's writing, I'm quite sure I'll revisit more of his work once I feel my gut is up to it again.

Because while I'm glad I grabbed these book, I'm just ecstatic about the fact that I can finally put it down and stop reading about the pure gross-ness behind the adventures of a Mr. Bruce Robertson.