I suspect that this miserable tale of blighted lives leavened with the comic relief of drug-assisted rape is unlikely to be promoted by the Middlesborough tourist board.
If you are thinking of reading this book, I would not bother. The blurb refers to a “dazzling, tragicomic love story of adolescence in all its fucked-up glory”. This is a slight book which revels in sex, drugs, alcohol, violence as if that is a triumph in itself. Frankly, the book is in no way as comic or as amusing as it would like to think it is. There is no glory fucked-up or otherwise.
On a positive note this is the author’s first book, so there is hope it is his last.
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