Bloomsbury and Fitzrovia Bohemians in the late 1940s had a grim life, it seems - wandering the bombed-out streets, hanging about in smoky pubs and all-night cafes and living in rat-infested top-floor rooms. Ivan Ginsberg is one of them, working-class Jewish from the East End, Cambridge-educated, but now scraping a living doing private tuition, hack journalism and lecturing at the City Lit (I guess nowadays he'd be teaching Creative Writing), while he tries to write short stories and to get funding for his new radical literary magazine, 'Scamp'. His best friend Bellie is supposedly a postgrad student, but spends his time chasing women. His friend Julius is young enough to still be optimistic. Film-extras, illegal divan manufacturers, students from St Martins, and generic bums make up the additional supporting cast, with plenty of wacky local characters: bar-room raconteur Angus Sternforth Simms (apparently based on Julian Maclaren-Ross); miserly property-millionaire Kagaranias, who looks like a tramp; Sid, the jazz intellectual; Panjitawarelam, the leader of the mystical poets... The plot meanders about (like the hero) from Tavistock Square, to the British Museum, the cinema ('Quai des Brumes'), the Afro-Cubano Club, Pedro's International Café Restaurant and Spiffhorn and Trunt's Wandsworth printers. The ending is like a Shakespearean comedy in its abrupt and thorough matchmaking, but the style is good-humoured while nonetheless touching on issues like racism, abortion, immigration, the post-war Labour government and artistic selling-out. This would-be-writers-and-artists social comedy reminds you that it wasn't only Paris that had a Bohemia in those days. Great to see this kind of writing coming back into print; it looks like Five Leaves have got a lot of similar stuff around.