This will make you feel dirty. Kelman’s How Late it was, how late smashed headlong against Noon’s Vurt without any redemption. It’s hard to read, because you just don’t like anybody: It was handed to me by Jared with the words “This is a really good book that I am not enjoying”. Which is about right. It captures something essential about the soul of Britain in this moment, and that is its ugly underbelly, all the racism, classism, the crime, the differences, the difficulties, and fear the future: an audacious deconstruction of all of the above, and an important book.
Get it here (UK); not published yet in the US