As a fond reader of Christopher Fowler, since he is one of the very finest writers of what London is really like to live in, he has in SOHO BLACK managed to create the most convincing portrait of my favourite bit of the city. From the too familiar bars and private clubs (I know I've been on that terrace), through to the screening rooms, the edit suites and coffee shops, Fowler manages to weave together the failings, insanities and mysteries of a memorable cast of Soho characters. It was one of those books where I kept expecting to find myself in the midst of the action, caught up in the long hot Summer in Soho, where the extraordinary is unremarkable and anything does happen. Get the book, sit in Old Compton Street and try and work out where the fiction ends and the reality begins.