Salman Rushdie is not one of my favourite authors, nor do I find his commentary on society particularly helpful, so seeing his name on the cover of a book is more likely to turn me away from it than to attract me to it. However, in this case he is quoted describing one of the author's previous books, Beirut Blues, thus: 'Should be read by everyone who cares about the more enduring, and universal, truths of the heart.' Having read Only in London W2, I can see why Hanan Al-Shaykh might have earned this description.
This book trips along at a jogger's pace, neither too fast as to lose the atmosphere, nor too slow as to bore the reader. It unravels the lives of each individual, the strains they are under, the naivety of their thinking, regardless of their 'intelligence' or position in society, cutting back to the raw humanity in them. It illustrates the struggle between the need to survive in this world with the natural human urge to relate to others.
If you were looking for a travelogue for the Edgware Road (which is in London W2) then don't let yourself be too disappointed - it isn't but it more than makes up for this!
What it does is leave you with some very cleverly unwrapped truths about each of us as human beings, together with a fascinating exposee of the life of an expatriate in contemporary London. There are lots of books written about ex-pat life from the perspective of the individual FROM the ex-pat's home country - for example, for Brits to read about a Brit in France. But there are very few about a foreigner's experience of living in your own country. This isn't a book for Brits though. It is an excellent insight into the life of an Arab in the 'Western' world. I can't say whether the experiences are true for many Arabs, certainly the characters are too distinctive, but I was left with a powerful (and largely sympathetic) impression of just how tough it is for the vast majority of Arabs to live in our scoiety.