The premise of 'The Kilburn Social Club' as described in the blurb and by other reviews I read in the media, are somewhat misleading. 'Kilburn Social Club' are a fictitious, top-flight football team, that upholds a socialist ethos. The book is pitched as 'can a bastion of Marxist ideology, withstand the rapaciousness of the modern game?' but in reality the political angle of the team's existence is paid only lip service. This I found a little disappointing, but in any case 'TKSC' is an interesting and worthwhile read.
Set in an alternate reality, where Great Britain are World Cup winners, and teams in the Premier League include Cardiff, Hearts and Putney Bridge, the novel's world is recognisable yet very different to our own. This device is both a strength and a weakness. The reader has no preconceptions about the teams in the book, meaning anything can happen without treading on the toes of football history, but it does make it hard for the reader to identify with any of the teams in the novel. The author wants us to want KSC to win, but its difficult to care whether they manage to beat Rojo Madrid or get thrashed by Clapham Rovers.
For the KSC players and back room staff, Hudson has created a host of vivid and interesting characters. The novel is essentially about the battle between Esther and Aisling, two heiress of the KSC owning family. Aisling, being the oldest, inherited the club, but it is Esther who loves football. The struggle between the sisters is an epic Greek Tragedy, that flows one way and then the other several times before the novel's conclusion. Behind these two women, often changing sides, are the players and management team. There are heroes and villains, straight-talkers and oily manipulators, and in some cases exactly who is what is not revealed until the book's climactic ending.
The biggest problem for me with 'KSC' is its length. There are quite a few chapters that could have been cut, without making much difference to the story. Their inclusion makes the novel feel bloated. The opening two hundred pages are pedestrian; lots of football matches and little drama, on or off the field. Then just when the novel seems to be going nowhere, an unexpected (and shocking) moment turns the novel on its head, and off we go in a new direction. It is here that the rather slow opening pays dividends. Hudson used the time to develop his cast, and suddenly you find yourself caring about KSC and its players.
Towards the end, the plot almost descends into farce, and comes close to being too far-fetched, but Hudson just about manages to keep things in check. Despite this, I found the last hundred or so pages utterly compelling, reading late into the night. Which leads me to one final gripe. 'KSC' has an almost perfect ending, with one the best and most enigmatic final lines I have ever read. Sadly there is then an epilogue which ties things off with a neat bow, taking the edge off a wonderful finish. I would love to know whether or not this final chapter was added at an editor's request.
'TKSC' is not a perfect novel, but it is an entertaining, light-hearted examination of football's more absurd excesses. A rich cast of characters and an intriguing plot, which is brought to fruition using an unusual structure in the novel's final section, make this a satisfying read.