I'm sure that, as a Yankee, I've missed some of the nuance with which Mark Powell paints his London and its denizens in "Box." However, as I've had the great pleasure to get to know Mark this year, I'm certain that he knows well that of which he writes. If foreigners like me, who have a working knowledge of the city (if only of its more "touristy" bits) can have "aha!" moments of recognition, how much more vivid a portrait must "Box" be for readers who are better acquainted with the city.
Even though the plot of the novel and the characters therein are gritty and somewhat disturbing (if not disturbed), Mark describes them with an intimacy that is both appealing and inviting. As I read "Box," I found myself caring about the characters despite my best efforts, and I mark that phenomenon as the result of masterly writing.
Mark's currently working on Novel Number Three, and I eagerly await its advent. Cheers, Mark, and thanks!