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No London neighbourhood more resembles the restless downstream tide of the Thames than the ragged square mile of Soho. Ask the people who live there, like Christine Yardley, drag queen by night and grey-suited accountant by day; or Len Gates, self-appointed Soho historian and bore; or Jenny Wise, former starlet and now resident lush in the New Kismet club; or even Ellis Hugo Bell, wannabe film producer who dreams of moving to LA. Daily, nightly, shift by shift, their numbers are swelled by immigrants flocking to work, eat, drink and loiter, from kitchen staff to dress designers, hookers to pushers to punters.

Down into this human rabbit warren one evening slips Alex Singer, a student from Leeds in pursuit of his errant girlfriend, whose search takes him from club to pub and into contact with a rich cross-section of Soho life. Twenty-four hours, three deaths, one fire and one mugging later, seduced, traduced and befriended, Alex is on his way to the Soho Ball.

In this fast, funny and superbly crafted novel, Keith Waterhouse draws a vibrant portrait of London’s liveliest quarter and its eccentric inhabitants.
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Genre: Fiction & Related Items / Modern & Contemporary Fiction (post C 1945)

On Sale: 27th March 2014

Price: £9.99

ISBN-13: 9781444753950


A wonderful evocation of a part of London the author loves and he has succeeded superbly in capturing its sleazy yet alluring nature
Waterhouse . . . at his most entertaining and mischievous
Daily Express
As well as being a fast-paced farce, a string of encounters and incidents that could keep a full pub of people entertained for several evenings on end, [it] is an elegy to a vanishing world. Soho the place may not be quite what it was, but in Soho the novel, Waterhouse brings it vibrantly to life
Glasgow Herald
Effortlessly brilliant . . . a comedy of London life which tastes as fresh as a new-baked croissant
Sunday Telegraph
Pin-sharp and teeming with gloriously reprehensible characters
Mail on Sunday
The work of a master
The Sunday Times