Just back from the big apple on Sunday and having missed the first week of ranking, I told myself I needed to jump in, feet first.
I have already chosen the book that im going to be working on, and it is Filth by Irvine Welsh, a favourite of mine. The book is a snarling, grotesque tale of a corrupt police officer in Scotland in the late 80's. The book is a jet-black comedy, written by Welsh interpreting the Scottish accent into writing; the use of Scottish slang and dialectical spelling to reflect the enunciation of each word. Welsh also experiments with typography throughout the book, where a tapeworms internal monologue is imposed over the top of the protagonists own internal monologue (the worms host), visibly depicting the tapeworms voracious appetite.
The book is both repulsive and compulsive reading and I feel that I can do allot with the imagery I associate with the story and characters.
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