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I have never read book with more finely realised characters in my life. Living breathing people, acting like living breathing people, not for the sake of moving the plot forward. And in all their human flaws, they drew me in and I did care in the end, and you have to because there is no real plot. Just the tragedy of genuine, funny, hopeful, bitter, excited and sad people destroying themselves.
Yes it would be hard to read for anyone not familiar with the regional dialects, but considering it's message of identity, nationalism and living at the bottom of the heap, how could it have been written in clear comprehensible English? It would have completely missed the point.
It was a political decision by Griffiths and if politics in literature turns you off, you have no business reading this book. It's too serious for you.
And for fucks sake. It's not a rip-off of Trainspotting. A few vaguely similar characters and plot elements, don't make two novels with different themes and language the same.
All this and I've never been to Wales in my life.