This book just cannot be taken seriously. It is meant to be a comedy of continuous violence, isn't it?
When the sixteen year old wife of an extremely violent man, Wallace, falls pregnant by another man, he vows vengeance on the girl, her unborn child, her lover, and anyone else who gets in the way. That's a bit OTT in itself, but when her father and two incompetent brothers leap to her defence, and try to involve half of the criminal fraternity of Edinburgh, the situation rapidly dissolves into a farcical Scotch broth.
Subsequent scenes make The Life of Brian
look like a serious documentary. You'll discover why that comment is so relevant when you reach that particular scene.
There is lots of bad language in this book, and I mean that in two senses. Firstly, I suppose that all the effing and cee'ing in the speech adds authenticity to the shallow East Lothian characters. Secondly, some of the local phrases and expressions would make an Edinburgh comedy show audience rock with laughter at their crass stupidity. I was so happy that my favourite character in the whole book survived to the end, and his prospects were good. He is Hilda the three-legged dog. Yes, I did say "he." Hilda was the name of Pearce's mother, who, like most people between these covers, met a violent end. Pearce wants to get himself a dog as a new companion and name it after his dear, departed mother. He ends up with a male Dandie Dinmont with only three legs. If it had had four legs, it would have been VERY expensive!
This book is hilarious. Well, I found it so. Others may not.