Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Irvine Welsh's new venture 

So writing gritty novels about the underbelly of Edinburgh wasn't enough. Now he's training for a celebrity boxing tournament this March:

In the ring, he shadow-boxes, dancing lightly on the balls of his feet. He stares daggers at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, throwing methodical two-punch combinations at his own shaved, sweat-drenched pate.

The boxer in training is Irvine Welsh, the Scottish author whose headlong tales of drinking, drugging and black-comic depravity among Edinburgh's youth tend to suck the wind from readers like so many Sonny Liston body blows.

I know the perfect opponent for him: Chuck Palahniuk.

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