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London, Burning by Anthony Quinn

London, Burning

Anthony Quinn

3.60 out of 5

3 reviews

Imprint: Little, Brown
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Publication date: 8 Apr 2021
ISBN: 9781408713204

A funny, dark and moving novel about London, the end of the 1970s, and the end of an era, from the masterful author of Curtain Call, Freya and Our Friends in Berlin.

4 stars out of 5
19 Apr 2021

"Anthony Quinn’s latest period novel extends his richly pleasurable and loosely connected series portraying London down the decades"

From Warninks liqueur to workplace sexism, the novel is awash with period markers both solemn and light-hearted; at one point Hannah’s boyfriend uses his Access card to chop out a line of cocaine. But as well as taking a trip down memory lane, Quinn wants to explore how Labour voters were blindsided by Thatcher’s rise; he seems here to have the complacency of 21st-century echo chambers in mind as much as the dogma of the past. Hannah doesn’t peg her man for a Tory voter: “He was considerate and funny and well dressed, he didn’t patronise women as far as she could tell – and he loved Joni Mitchell.”

London, Burning has enough material for a novel twice as long, and you sense Quinn’s consummate courtesy as a writer might extend to needless worry about outstaying his welcome. But the loose ends hint that he may be writing a sequel even as we speak: roll on the 80s.

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4 stars out of 5
17 Apr 2021

"Quinn trowels on the period detail in a way that initially feels oppressive and faintly ridiculous, but which becomes increasingly funny with each new placement"

Quinn lights a long fuse and stands well back. The story’s two bomb explosions, the first killing the shadow home secretary — a fairly colourless rendition of Airey Neave, mysteriously disguised as ‘Middleton’, which was Neave’s second name — are every bit as exciting and climactic as they should be. The loud thunderclap of one bomb going off made me shudder at the memory of an IRA explosion which I witnessed at close quarters and which came close to killing me. 

3 stars out of 5
3 Apr 2021

"Quinn conjures an atmosphere of suspicion and exasperation"

Quinn, a former film critic, is busy stirring up a period mood: from the ever-present adverts (for Kit-Kats, wallpaper, “Labour isn’t working”) to the disdain for working women (another officer suggests that Vicky could dress better). At times Quinn goes overboard – like a dissection of The Deer Hunter stretching over several pages, or when Hannah tells Callum, “I don’t think I’ve heard anything like Wuthering Heights – ever”. The debates about politics (whether unions are “throttling the life out of this country” or “a force for change”) and Ireland feel binary. Perhaps that’s the point: in London, Burning, Quinn conjures an atmosphere of suspicion and exasperation, one in which everyone’s spoiling for a fight.