MANBOOKER 2012: Narcopolis
Throughout, I mistook the title, citing
The ancient city of death for the nonce
Coinage, but by the close my misprising
Eye danced, goading more accurate bonce:
The dead – the skag-dead, stone-dead, self-dead – walk
Through the pages of ‘Trainspotting: Bombay’,
A young man’s debut, full of grotesque talk,
Scat vim, erudite spiritual play,
That thirty-three percent of the way
Loses something of its verbal energy,
Griming instead grimmer sexual scenes
Lacking that early-Welsh moral sway.
The bio shocked, eye this time mistook:
Though a debut novel, an older man’s book.