another Scot beat Gill to it years ago. In Helen & Desire, beatnik junkie Alexander Trocchi fired off a shorter, better schoolboy squib. That had to be published by Maurice Girodias in Paris because of obscenity laws. In other words, it was ahead of its time. Sap Rising is strangely behind the times, being the kind of first novel everybody has to try---all the dirty words, all the over-writing, all the gargoylesque caricature instead of characterisation, and so on. Gill's Star-Crossed is realer, tighter and funnier. He may yet wish he had never published this junior work, like so many authors, for example Steinbeck's "Pot of Gold", which he would have given his writing arm to have withdrawn.