What a strangely likeable book this
is. Not really a novel - you’d have to
think that if Lanchester didn’t already have a name his publishers might have
said, “Nice ideas, but it doesn’t really hang together”. And it’s formulaic: a sweep through the lives of people living or
working in Pepys Road, one of those London streets once home to poor immigrants
and now sought after by the nouveau-riche, right on the edge of the great
financial crash. The characters play out the formula: Roger, the markets man
and his wife Arabella, close to caricatures; Mark, Roger’s narcissistic deputy
who believes he can outplay the markets; Smitty, a kind of Banksy figure who
has made pots of money from his challenging and illegal urban installations;
Parker, Smitty’s wannabe assistant, with all the aspiration but none of the
talent; Quentina, the rejected asylum seeker from Zimbabwe working illegally as
a traffic warden; Freddie, the phenomenally gifted Senegalese footballer
breaking into the bigtime; Zbigniew and Matya, Polish and Hungarian seekers
after a better life in unfriendly London;
the Kamal family who run the
corner shop and have an uneasy relationship with militant Islam; and Petunia,
the elderly widow who has lived all her uneventful life in Pepys Road.
Interesting things happen to all these people, and there is a plot device that
should tie them together and drive the story but just doesn’t. Someone is harassing the occupants of Pepys
Road, starting with postcards saying “We want what you have”, progressing to
silent videotapes moving up and down the road and zooming in randomly on their
properties and then an abusive website and dead birds posted through
letterboxes. Unfortunately, a lot of the time you just forget about all that
because you’re more interested in what’s happening to the characters in their
individual lives. It’s a pity that
Lanchester tried to do too much, because he is a wonderful writer (The Debt to Pleasure, Mr Phillips). He deals with dark themes but swerves away in
the end from the full consequences.
Quentina, for instance, will be deported to Mugabe’s Zimbabwe, “but
Quentina had a secret weapon. She knew
things would not be like this forever.”
Things go horribly wrong for Freddie, but there is still a happy ending
for him. But with all that, it’s a book that makes you like the writer. It
makes you feel we’re all in this together.
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