This is a superb book, Grant's best so far and one that really establishes him as a literary writer of great skill and delicate human judgement. This memoir of growing up black in Luton in the 1970s is so enjoyable because it is both funny and fearful - fear of the father, Bageye, kept this reader on the edge of her seat throughout, as it did the five children of the house at the time - and yet Grant somehow manages to make his father both hilarious and admirable as Bageye tries to maintain standards as a man, and as a black man, who will not be second-guessed, patronised or cheated by the white man whose country he has entered. Honest to a fault at times and yet a liar, loving and terrorising his children, Bageye is unforgettable, and finally, tragic, but the book somehow always manages to respect him in his uniqueness, and to record his charm and style. The character Grant is hardest on is himself as a 12-year-old boy - he avoids the temptation of all memoir writers to make himself heroic, even though the reader discovers almost as an afterthought that the writer was once an unbeatable schoolboy boxer ( and forbidden to continue with it by his father, because he didn't want his boys to do anything the white man expected of them - ie athletics, boxing, physical prowess.) This book is, thank god, a thousand miles away from being a misery memoir: the sub-text is a story of intelligent survival on the part of the writer, but the surface records and celebrates a vanished culture, where Luton's small number of Caribbean men have their own names for each other and their own language, complex loyalties and rivalries, a cult of the car and hard-won, constant happinesses from which the women are excluded: to me the 'fellas' were a kind of Greek chorus whose entry I always looked forward to. This book has a light, dextrous voice that leaves the reader alone to laugh or grieve and a skilful shape, as a year in this boy's life somehow represents the longer, deeper tale of Caribbean migrants in Britain. The ending was one of a small number of endings to literary books that genuinely surprised me; its events turned most of my emotions about Bageye on their head, but it also left me entirely satisfied - through this book I had known a man, and his time, and the effects of what he did on those who came after him. A terrific achievement at both an artistic and a human level.