This book is a classic. And I’m so glad I finally read it now, while I’m adapting to my new life in London and reading British history. More than a novel, it’s a crash-course in imperialism/colonialism, fanaticism of belief, the meaning and definition of race, and “us vs them” radicalisation. And it’s funny.

Smith is masterful at making very pointed observations about society while still creating an enjoyable and readable story. She skewers just about everyone (though Irie remains the least wounded) shining a floodlight on the racism, hypocrisy and humour of several seemingly stereotypical (but not one-dimensional) characters.

The humour and history is so very British, but the story and themes will appeal to anyone willing to make fun of themselves (because readers *will* see themselves in some of these characters) and think about today’s world.

The first 20% was slow for me to warm to (though important for setting the stage), but I absolutely loved the rest of the book. It’s truly unique and wonderful, and lives up to the lavish praise it’s received when it was first published and since.