Norton, 344 pp., $24.95
Does crime have a national identity, lonely and predatory in America, part of the family or the community in Scotland? The chief character in Irvine Welsh's new novel thinks so, or at least thinks he can recognize migrations of style. He is ready to suppose that 'real American crimes' are 'like British ones,' but he still believes that assaults and killings can be 'culturally American' even if they turn out to be committed by a mousy-looking English civil servant in England, Scotland, and France.
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