The author of Trainspotting, which became a major movie hit this winter, brings us three provocative and sometimes beautiful love stories in his newest novel, Ecstasy.
The first story, "Lorraine Goes to Livingston: A Rave and Regency Romance," is about Rebecca, the oblivious romance novelist, Perky, her adulterous worm of a husband, Lorraine, a part-time raver/part-time nurse, and Freddy Royle, a necrophilic. It is full of relationships starting and ending, self-awareness (or the lack of) and is shocking and entertaining. But then again, how could a nice love story with bouts of bestiality and necrophilia be boring?
In "Fortune's Always Hiding: A Corporate Drug Romance" a nasty pharmaceutical company markets a little-tested drug, Tenazadrine, which produces results not unlike the birth defects caused by Thalidomide in the'50s and '60s. This is probably the most disturbing story in Ecstasy, and leaves you pondering the fine line between justice and revenge. You won't know what to think of Dave, whose loyalty and love for his deformed girlfriend, Samantha, tries to compensate for his less desirable traits such as violence and homophobia.
The third, and last, story will blow your mind like double-dipped tabs of LSD. "The Undefeated: An Acid House Romance" is both funny and clever. Lloyd Buist, a laid-back druggie, is endearing with his Alice In Wonderland-esque logic ("Ah don't know if I'm thinking this or saying it or both at the same time, but you can sometimes say one thing while thinking another. So if I'm saying this, actually saying this out loud, what am ah thinking? Eh? Ah ha!").
This is the perfect book to save you from summertime apathy. Ecstasy is a must read for those who dn't mind deciphering European English (what the hell do sentences like "Ah'm away doon tae the deli fir mair ay they strawberries, eh" mean?) and are not offended by profanity, drug use and sex.