I used to buy a packet of button-sized biscuits each topped with a tooth-decaying whirl of variously-coloured rock-solid icing sugar, they were called Little Gems and I loved them. Sadly you can't get them anymore but you can get this instead, a little gem by Louis de Bernieres that is just as delicious and leaves you wanting more, which is just how I like them, rather than overly long like so many otherwise excellent novels.
Back in the 70's and mirroring the country's political crisis in his personal circumstances, Chris is a forty-something travelling salesman who has pretty much given up on the likelihood of any more pleasure let alone excitement in his life, which definitely includes sex with his disinterested wife. One evening, for no apparent reason and seemingly quite out of character, he somehow finds himself sub-consciously in kerb-crawling mode and cack-handedly tries to pick up a girl in North London who he mistakenly decides is on the game. That girl is Roza, one-time hostess-come-prostitute (so Chris might be excused his error), Serbian daughter of one of Titos's partisans and currently inhabitant of a derelict property in Archway. Sequentially confused and then amused by Chris's blunder, and subsequently having put Chris right about her current circumstances, Roza nonetheless gets into his car and, in wonderfully direct and east-European English, tells him to take her home, it is, after all, the least he can do. He dutifully and shamefacedly does as ordered, from which encounter blossoms an acquaintance, leading to a deliciously slow-burning friendship leading to a wonderful Arabian-Nights tale of Roza's life and Chris's fall into basic infatuation.
Apart from Roza's house-mates, a motley bunch of false-identities including the delightfully vacant BDU, or Bob Dylan Upstairs, whose stuttering love-life is alone worthy of greater exposure but is left tantalisingly unexplored, the only characters in the story are Chris, Roza and Roza's trail of exotic pleasures, misery, heartache and trauma. Told by chain-smoking Roza as a series of episodes, each one released as Chris pays another coffee-drinking visit to the Archway ruin, this is a beautiful, funny, romantic, tragic and rapturous tale that captivates both Chris and the reader.
Is it fiction or fantasy, well who cares, written as well as this it simply doesn't matter. You can interpret this as a tale of lost opportunity or once-in-a-lifetime friendship, depending on your predisposition to life, but either way simply lose yourself in a cascade of old-fashioned story-telling and forget whatever else it was you meant to do, lie back and enjoy. Bliss.