What a disappointment this Booker-shortlisted
novel was to me.
Obviously triggered by the real life murder of
Damilola Taylor this novel tells the story of 12-year-old Harri, who has
recently arrived from Ghana with his mother and older sister to live in a flat
in inner-city London.
He’s a very innocent lad, fascinated by a local
gang and also by a pigeon which comes to his flat’s balcony.
When a boy is knifed to death on the street and
Harri starts to investigate it threatens to become dangerous for him.
But I don’t know what happened in the end because
I never finished the book. I got really annoyed by the faux-naif tone, and
especially by the poetic monologues given to the pigeon, for heaven’s sake.
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