Ooof.

Alasdair Gray is a bit local hero in my neck of the woods - most of the people I know who've studied English at Scottish Universities have some kind of entertaining/heartwarming story about him. I get an, well, I'd say "unquenchable" if getting about three quarters of the way through didn't quench it, so, um, I get a quenchable urge to read Lanark every couple of years.

I've read Poor Things once (my dad's copy - my mother adjudged it "too weird" for her when he passed it over), but not seen the film yet. My mate who's a proper Gray aficionado (and former student of his) was horrified by it, which is either a good thing or a bad thing.