“Even native English speakers might struggle to read this book”
The Gilt Kid by James Curtis is a crime thriller set in 1930s London that deals with working-class themes in a Social realism style.
Written in 1936 - and containing a cast of criminals, dossers, prostitutes and down-and-outs - this is an incredibly vivid and authentic evocation of a side of London seldom depicted in fiction during this era.
This was a really interesting book and I was forewarned by my English friend that there would be a lot of English slang and he was not wrong.
Among the many 1930 British slangs include these gems:
“Irish janes were good to fellows on the bum and to the boys on the gagging lark.”
“And the worst of kips was better than being properly on the ribs”
“You berk. You gone and dropped the bloody glim.”
The book did a good job of painting the scenery and the emotions that the main character felt when committing a crime or facing the judge in court. It was almost like you were right there with him. Also, you don't need to be fascinated about London in the 1930s to get something from this book. The ending was nice, almost coming full circle but not quite, which now doesn’t make sense, but after you finish it, I’m sure you’ll be inclined to agree.
Something that stood out in the book was the way in which the author highlighted the food and drink of the time. The main character is often in pubs, ordering food, and drinking dark, thick, foamy ale.
For a debut novel, Curtis killed it and I look forward to reading more of his other works, especially now that I’ve brushed up on my British slang.