“My shoes made a familiar sound on the cement paving. A pigeon near South Kensington tube station was eating a chicken leg; from Kentucky, by the looks of it. I kicked out at it. It flew a few metres and then went back to it. I warned the bird that cannibalism was the enemy of progress and that eating our American allies wasn’t going to solve anything. It was deaf to the advice.”
Nick Sunderland is a twenty-something drifter in London, caught in one of the world’s oldest quandaries. Deft, compelling and piercingly witty, Blackman’s debut is a morality tale for the twenty-first century.
‘an acute literary sensibility expressed in a plot structure as compelling in its way as a well-executed thriller’ Peter Wilhelm