You won't need much more than an evening to read this little gem - it's only 140 pages and widely spaced at that - but it should reward the effort. I have to thank Amazon Vine, because I would never have picked it up in a bookshop, and the hyperbolic publisher's guff would have turned me off. This isn't a "masterpiece", and you could argue about whether it's even a novel, or just an overgrown short story, but it's a charming description of three West Indians trying to do an honest job in a gents' public toilet. Described thus, it doesn't sound exciting, but the characters are warm and clear, and they each undergo changes in view through the pages as they first try to discourage cottaging in their toilet, then discover that their clientele has vanished. I won't describe the plot in any more detail than that.
I was surprised to discover that the author wasn't West Indian (nor, so far as I know, does he work in a public toilet), and no doubt West Indian reviewers will tell us whether it captures their experience. All I can say is that it sounds authentic to me, which may simply expose my ignorance. I found myself caring which one was going to be laid off, if any, and hoping that they could make a success of the toilet. Yes, it's a miniature, but that doesn't mean it is sketchy or ill-constructed, or that it doesn't deal with important matters. As an examination of what it means to be tolerant, it works well even in this concise format.