We all know how noir-hued plots like this turn out. It’s not a pretty sight. But McNay manages to pull off several surprises along the way to the point where brother collides with brother. More than just a white-knuckled ride, however, Fresh is a detailed portrait of Glasgow’s modern urban jungle; the book will cling to you like cold, clammy fog. The thugs, the unrelenting Scottish slang, the pitiless violence, and the ugly side of chicken processing make this hard to swallow at times, but I can’t think of a more rewarding book I’ve read this year. Fresh goes down bitter but has a pleasant aftertaste.
The full review is here.