This story of two men locked in a war of wills that threatens their very existence is vintage Irvine Welsh.

Troubled restaurant inspector Danny Skinner is on a quest to find the mysterious father his mother will not identify. Unraveling this hidden information is the key to understanding the crippling compulsions that threaten to wreck his young life. His ensuing journey takes him from the festival city of Edinburgh to the foodie city of San Francisco. But the hard-drinking, womanizing Skinner has a strange nemesis in the form of mild-mannered fellow inspector Brian Kibby. It is Skinner's unfathomable, obsessive hatred of Kibby that takes over everything, threatening to destroy not only Skinner and his mission but also those he loves most dearly. When Kibby contracts a horrific, undiagnosable illness, Skinner understands that his destiny is inextricably bound to that of his hated rival, and he is faced with a terrible dilemma. Irvine Welsh’s work is a transgressive parable about the great obsessions of our time: food, sex, and celebrity.

"[T]he narrative doesn't let up, and the hammerblows keep landing....Welsh's best since his spectacular debut novel Trainspotting." Kirkus Reviews

"The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs succeeds on the strength of its tart sentences and bleak atmospherics. And the Jekyll-and-Hyde routine keeps the pages turning, even as it puts a fresh slant on that time-honored phrase, the Significant Other." Los Angeles Times

"[P]acked with vulgarity, raunch, misanthropy and other such sordidness....That's nothing that hasn't been said about Welsh's books before, but with a devoted audience hungry for more, The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs doesn't mess with the recipe." Oregonian

Welsh pens a gothic parable about the great obsessions: food, sex, and minor celebrity in this brilliant examination of identity, male rivalry, and the need to belong in the world.

Irvine Welsh is the author of Trainspotting, The Acid House, Marabou Stork Nightmares, Ecstasy, Filth, Glue, and Porno. He lives in Dublin.