The novel returns to “Juice” Terry Lawson, who also appeared in
Glue and
Porno. An ageing and remarkably successful black-cab lothario, Terry has a portfolio career that now includes “supervising” a sauna for a gangster called “The Poof”, delivering drugs, appearing in low-grade online porn movies for
Trainspotting’s Sick Boy and acting as general fixer to an American businessman and TV personality whose golf course developments in Scotland are a cover for his attempts to acquire a fantastically rare whisky. (The whisky is called Bowcullen Trinity, but McGuffin would suffice.) Lawson’s picaresque peregrinations bring him in contact with Jonty McKay, a kind of Forrest Gump from Penicuik, whose girlfriend has gone missing, and who has a large penis. As has Terry. But did Terry’s Dad? That is just one of the questions I couldn’t care less about. Terry’s penis not only gets plenty of use, even helping a young playwright forget about killing herself, but also its own voice, in chapters laid out typographically to look like an ejaculating penis.
