Within the sound-proofed walls of a disused recording studio, a score is being settled. Two inner city low-lifes take the law into their own hands to satisfy their craving for fun, fear and a freakish sense of justice. "You'll Have Had Your Hole" premièred at the West Yorkshire Playhouse and toured internationally - although it was banned in Belgium.
Probably most famous for his gritty depiction of a gang of Scottish Heroin addicts, Trainspotting (1993), Welsh focuses on the darker side of human nature and drug use. All of his novels are set in his native Scotland and filled with anti-heroes, small time crooks and hooligans. Welsh manages, however to imbue these characters with a sad humanity that makes them likable despite their obvious scumbaggerry. Irvine Welsh is also known for writing in his native Edinburgh Scots dialect, making his prose challenging for the average reader unfamiliar with this style.
So I have officially now read everything Irvine Welsh has published! I have to say I was nervous leaving this until last as I'd heard bad things. However I was pleasantly surprised - the usual entertaining filth is present and so is a grittiness that I'm sure would be great on a stage.
Here's the set-up: Dex has been kidnapped by Docksey and Jinks, and is being held hostage in an abandoned recording studio. They've got his hands bound in leather cuffs which are chained to the ceiling; they take turns baiting him--Doxsey by threatening to have sex with Dex's girlfriend Laney, Jinks by threatening to have sex with Dex himself. When they pull the gag out of Dex's mouth, he curses and screams at them that he has powerful connections and they'll soon be dead; but in the remote, abandoned place where Dex finds himself, this is clearly just so much hot air. And the hopped-up Docksey and Jinks seem entirely inclined to make good on their promises...
This is You'll Have Had Your Hole, the profane nihilist drama by Irvine Welsh (Trainspotting). We spend the first third of the play in the dark, with Dex, as to exactly why Jinks and Doxsey have taken him captive and why they're exacting such a prolonged and tortuous revenge on him. When we do find out--and I'm really loathe to disclose it to you, because the revelation is the play's best surprise and its spine--we understand that we must feel at least a flicker of compassion for the assailants, even as we have been worried for the well-being of the victim, who turns out to be less innocent that we had at first supposed.
The play is violent, edgy, and disturbing. Many of the words are of the four-letter variety (two of them, one referring to the sex act and another referring to a woman's private parts, are used constantly, like battering rams). Much of the discussion focuses on sex and death, although there's also a recurring argument about the relative merits of George Benson versus Marvin Gaye that adds some much-needed levity and humanity to the proceedings. Indeed, the decaying humanity of two young men at the ends of very short, badly frayed ropes is the meat of this play; their story is terribly sad.
È una pièce teatrale non un romanzo, e io di teatro me ne intendo poco. Certo, Lo stile è quello di Welsh: sporco, crudele e violento e va bene così, però credo che per apprezzarlo veramente sia necessario vederlo a teatro. Leggerlo così, non rende al 100%
Troppo breve per eccellere, resta il fatto che se ci fossero più spettacoli teatrali scritti da un certo signor Welsh, probabilmente i teatri uscirebbero dalla crisi.