The boys become men: Juice Terry, the work-shy fanny-merchant, with corkscrew curls and sticky fingers; Billy, the boxer, driven, controlled, playing to his strengths; Carl, the Milky Bar Kid, drifting along to his own soundtrack; and the doomed Gally, exceedingly thin-skinned and vulnerable to catastrophe at every turn. We follow their lives from the '70s into the new century--from punk to techno, from speed to E--as they struggle with the conditioning of class and culture, peer pressure, and their parents' hopes that maybe their sons will do better than they did. What binds the four of them is the friendship formed by the projects, their school, and their ambition to escape from both. Their loyalty is fused in street morality: Back up your mates, don't hit women, and, most important, never snitch--on anyone.
GLUE has the Irvine Welsh trademarks--crackling dialogue, scabrous set pieces, and black, black humor--but it is also a grown-up book about growing up, about the way we live our lives and what happens to us when things become unstuck.