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The novel is set in the years just before, during and after Brexit. Some of the characters were in the author's earlier novel 'The Rotters Club'.


I thought the characterisation was good (and I 

 particularly liked that of Benjamin, the 50 something classical music lover.)


National identity - let's say a crisis of it - comes over in a non-hectoring way and didn't' subsume my interest in the various characters.



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