Crime
Irvine Welsh
Some things are easier to forget than others...
Detective Inspector Ray Lennox has fled to Miami to escape the aftermath of a mental breakdown induced by occupational stress and cocaine abuse, and a harrowing child-sex murder case back in Edinburgh. But his fiancée Trudi is only interested in planning their wedding, leaving Lennox cast adrift, alone in Florida.
A coke-fuelled binge brings him into contact with another victim of sexual predation, ten-year-old Tianna, and Lennox flees across the state with his terrified charge, determined to protect her at any cost.
Can Lennox trust his own instincts?
And can he handle Tianna, while still trying to get to grips with the Edinburgh murder?
'A triumph' Observer
'Welsh is one of our most interesting writers' Sunday Telegraph
'A disturbing but vital read' Harper's Bazaar
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Reviews for Crime
Observer
Powerful, passionate writing... Welsh gets it just right
Literary Review
Powerful... A bracing and engaging read
Daily Telegraph
Crime is by some distance Welsh's most restrained and thoughtful work
The Times
You never know what you're going to get with Irvine Welsh, other than guaranteed intelligence. But what you get here is a triumph. A brave take on paedophile rings and the minds, fast and slow, behind them... There are echoes of rebus, of Christopher Brookmyre, even of Carl Hiaasen... There's only one Welsh and you should be reading him again
Observer
A disturbing but vital read
Harper's Bazaar
An anti-Lolita; a cleverly updated view of those who protect children and those who prey on them. It also works as a slick, fast-paced thriller with a surprisingly coherent and engaging hero
Big Issue
There's a stark immediacy to his prose...frenetically paced thriller
Daily Mail
Running jokes and consciously ludicrous moments come thick and fast
Guardian
The taut dialogue buzzes with snappy ventriloquism. Welsh is one of our most interesting writers on the minutiae of human consciousness
Sunday Telegraph