I recently read Margery Allingham's A Tiger in the Smoke, a fabulous portrayal of postwar London, complete with smogs, sooty railway stations, Regency squares, dingy pubs, street bands made up of amputees and wounded veterans, glamorous townhouses, meat markets and seedy shops selling dusty old service uniforms. One of the most vivid portrayals of the capital in the 1950s I've ever come across.
I recently read Margery Allingham's A Tiger in the Smoke, a fabulous portrayal of postwar London, complete with smogs, sooty railway stations, Regency squares, dingy pubs, street bands made up of amputees and wounded veterans, glamorous townhouses, meat markets and seedy shops selling dusty old service uniforms. One of the most vivid portrayals of the capital in the 1950s I've ever come across.
Thank you Melissa. I intend to order a copy this very afternoon!
I definitely think of it as a London novel. In my mind, it's always raining on Clapham Common.