Primeros reseñadoresRichie Demox

London kept changing, as rage became ageing.

I sobbed myself upright and looked for a message on my phone that wasn't there, seeing only a bedraggled dead flower dropped from a garland days before in the drain, and my reeking jeans and hearing the roar of wind and the rolling of orchestral drums like the cars rushing past.

Pete’s got good times. Good people. Good tunes. Good drugs. He’s got problems, too. The money is coming to the estate, and when the money comes in, the locals will have to get out, unless they can muster an impossible fight. But Pete’s got secrets; unrequited and dangerous lusts, and as austerity and gentrification start to tear terrible chunks out of life, the whole façade might come tumbling down, as the scaffolding goes up the towers.

Richie Demox’ debut full-length novel is as heartrending as it is hip, capturing perfectly the moment between hope and despair, youth and age, bohemia and desperate poverty.