Marabou Stork Nightmares

Marabou Stork Nightmares

Irvine Welsh

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0393315630

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Marabou Stork Nightmares

Irvine Welsh

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0393315630

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


"For anyone who gets high on language, this book is a fantastic trip...a real tour de force."―Madison Smartt Bell, Spin

The acclaimed author of the cult classics Trainspotting and The Acid House, Irvine Welsh has been hailed as "the best thing that has happened to British writing in a decade" (London Sunday Times). This audacious novel is a brilliant (and literal) head trip of a book that brings us into the wildly active, albeit coma-beset, mind of Roy Strang, whose hallucinatory quest to eradicate the evil predator/scavenger marabou stork keeps being interrupted by grisly memories of the social and family dysfunction that brought him to this state. It is the sort of lethally funny cocktail of pathos, violence, and outrageous hilarity that only Irvine Welsh can pull off.

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South Africa, all I had wanted was to get to see some of the wildlife I had read about in my books. One day Gordon came home and took me out with him for a drive into the bush to show me some animals. I was excited, as we had two sets of binoculars and had packed a large picnic. It was hot and I drank a lot of Coca-Cola. Due to this, and my excitement, I got sore guts and had bad trapped wind. I was rubbing my stomach, it was agony. Gordon pulled over by the side of the road and told me to lie

bring myself to go right to the foot of it and stand free of the rungs. I would just sit in my semi-darkened lair, enjoy the peace and fantasise. I was sorry when I had to leave the well, as glad as I was to be getting away from Uncle Gordon. As I said, I loved South Africa. For Dad, though, the honeymoon never lasted. He was fucked off with his security job. It wasn’t quite what he had envisaged. Moreover, the social life was getting to him. He was fed up with the characterless suburban

malcontents. The short-arsed manservant mumbled something and shuffled out the room looking at his feet. I considered that it might make for better sport to wind up Dawson rather than to oppose him outright. We still needed the fat oaf. There was little prospect of locating our Stork without his backing. — Take it easy, Lock, I smiled. — Unwind. Crack open a beer or two … —How the hell can I be expected to relax when it’s all caving in around me! he snapped. — This Emerald Forest park is rife

rapid movement of the flamingo colonies from the area around Lake Torto up towards the border. —We can’t afford to lose our flamingos … Dawson gasped. —Yes. But there’s more. The only thing that could cause mass desertion of flamingo colonies on that scale is the presence of large numbers of the scavenger-predator we know as the Marabou Stork. —Yes … but … —The Storks have routed every flamingo colony they’ve come across. The next undisturbed ones are up on the north-eastern banks of Lake

one of his huge hands around her neck. — Ah’ll cut your fuckin tongue oot the next time you make a fuckin sound, he whispered. We all knew he wasn’t bluffing. Lexo was possessed. Fuckin right the cunt wis. —Git a handful ay they titties boys, no bad, he said evaluating a full breast in the palm of his hand. —She’s a fuckin lovely piece ay meat, Ozzy smiled, cruelly tweaking her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. —Only the choicest cuts for the top boys, Dempsey smiled. Lexo had her

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