London, no matter how hard we try to resist, draws us closer to its blackened heart. It contains, on every street, everything a writer needs. London is the perfect milieu, everything required resides either side of the murky Thames: history; event; the multitudes; architecture, monotony; tension; every amount of failure; every amount of hope; myriad nooks and crannies that reveal hidden truths; all of this over and over again. It confronts us. It challenges us. London is an ever repeating dynamo of faltering progress.
My Top Ten London novels at The Book Depository.
