The Lonely Londoners

The Lonely Londoners by Sam Selvon

Reviewed by Linda
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This novel by Sam Selvon may be small in size but is huge in impact. Set in the 1950s, we meet a group of West Indian men arriving in London to establish the "dream" life.
Having arrived from Trinidad 10 years prior, our narrator Moses, is witty, wise and established, talking to the reader in his native dialect. I love that the editors didn't water the dialogue for the western palate. Despite the bleak title, the writing in this book is far from expected, it's a series of snapshots of the different seasons of an immigrant in 50s London, the weather, the food, the British hospitality, humour, women, and racism all packed into one.

Through Moses, we meet a series of new migrants including, Galahad, Big City, Five Past, and Cap who arrived together all in search of the same thing. I enjoyed getting to know each of the characters, each one having their own time to shine in this very short book but despite their same circumstances, the group of men are not to be deemed similar. I think this is something the author set out to achieve.

The description of London is deeply nostalgic, staying in a hostel in Earls Court, working in Oxford Street, and riding on the 46 bus on Chepstow Road and Westbourne Grove to Waterloo. In some ways, this is a love letter to London: a London after the war, a London that transforms in the summer in Hyde Park, but a London that is hostile in winter and hostile to its visitors.

I wanted to say that this book was important for writing and reading at the time it was published in 1956, but at the present time when migration is coined invasive by foreign ministers, this book couldn't be more pertinent.

Linda Malek

I've always had the urge to set up a forum and voice my thoughts after each read, but never had the confidence to do so alone. 18 months ago, I got my fellow book-loving friends involved and formed The Candid Book Club! Aside from having an exponentially growing to-read pile and deteriorating shortsightedness, we've been lucky to have been invited to publisher events and have attended several talks with our favourite authors (Thank you and long may they continue!) To take a break from the pressures of PhD Chemistry, Jess and I exchanged books all the time and in my youth, I was that kid with the first editions of Harry Potter having already read Gulliver’s travels and some Charles Dickens. At work, my desk is a library and luckily for me I sit next to another bookworm Jack who entertains all the photo-taking. I'm suffering from a chronic case of wanderlust (age-related crisis) so books which are set as far away from home as possible tend to float my boat: Middle East, Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Asia...you name it. But if it's got anything to do with Egypt then I'm all over it. So you get the drift...I read all the time, everywhere (on the tube mostly), everyday, a book a week, and very quickly I'm onto the next! And then sometimes there is a book that stops me in my tracks, makes me want to swallow the pages whole, and have it next to me at all times, with some sentences staying with me forever: Shantaram by David Gregory Roberts, anything by Khaled Hosseini, The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Stay With Me by Ayobami Adebayo (absolute gem of a woman), A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry, The Good Immigrant edited by Nikesh Shuklaand and anything by Naguib Mahfouz.

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