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This is one of those books that truly sweeps you away, and though it is by no means high literature, I would say it is very well written and one of the most entertaining and absorbing books I’ve ever read. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice.The action takes place entirely within London, apart from a handful of scenes in the Home Counties, much of which has since been swallowed by London’s growing sprawl.

Not a period piece at that time, but very familiar territory to people who had been young in the 30s, that is, people of my parents\’ generation. London Belongs To Me" is a clattering, nonstop la ronde of fascinating little excerpts, and a miniature time-capsule as well.Ted, Mr Josser’s married son, personifies mediocre respectability: on becoming manager of the Co-op hardware department – one of Orwell’s ‘five-to-ten-pound-a-weekers’ – he thinks his six pound five a week at thirty-four is as good as it gets (Doris gets four as a typist and Josser Senior two for his pension). Though it fairly whirls absorbingly along, with a terrific mix of memorable, believable `characters' - all pretty well ordinary working class Londoners.

At the end of the film, Percy's supporters march through the rain to the Houses of Parliament, only to discover just before their arrival that clemency has already been granted. It is another of the titles which Penguin re-released in their `Modern Classics' within the last decade, many of them, like this, wonderfully well written `minor classics' which sounds derogatory, but is kind of accurate. This is where I belong’ he told himself, an almost aboriginal instinct for the inseparability of people and place surging within him: ‘I belong to London. Life goes on: Mr Josser retires from his city office and wants to remove to the country; Doris Josser, the daughter of the house, leaves home to live with her posh (well, posher) friend Doreen; Connie’s Mayfair night club is raided (fourteen days without option); pursued by the threadbare Squales, the landlady Mrs Vizzard consoles herself with the thought that ‘it wasn’t as though he were a failure . I can tell when I've really liked something I've read, by the number of excerpts I want to include in a review; what emerges is that an excerpt can tell its own story so much better than a reviewer.

It was such a personal and indulgent moment between my parents and me as nobody else recognised the names. It begins in 1938, at Christmas, with the threat of war looming, and covers a two-year time-frame, ending at Christmas 1940, only a few months after the first London Blitz.

Here we have a huge, rambling, ramshackle t The full version of this article is only available to subscribers to Slightly Foxed: The Real Reader’s Quarterly. a joyous romp through a slice of London life' Ed Gilbert It is 1938 and the prospect of war hangs over every London inhabitant. There were many occasions when I laughed out loud and many, many more when I smiled to myself - I would rate this book an absolute masterpiece. But you’re right Joe, and I am doubly shamed since I have Barthelme’s Sixty Stories (I thought it would be 50% better value than Forty Stories) and recently purchased The Witches of Eastwick.He’s got his eye on Doris Josser, and when a friend offers him the opportunity to dabble in a little bit of car thievery on the side to make a tidy sum very quickly, Percy jumps at the chance. The _ga cookie, installed by Google Analytics, calculates visitor, session and campaign data and also keeps track of site usage for the site's analytics report. It’s no surprise that he’s forever at the employment agency after a fall-out with a boss who had the cheek to ask him to do more work than he ought by rights be asked to do. The narrative voice reminded me of the soundtrack of a Pathé newsreel, imparting information in a manner both chummy and confiding.