This interesting tale of four writers of one kind or another, all middle-class or socially mobile, is set in south-east London. However as a 'local' I found nothing familiar about this area: you need more than a few placenames like "in Woolwich market" or "in Catford" to yield a sense of place. Topical references (presumably intended to evoke the zeitgeist following the new 1997 Labour government) get shunted into sub-clauses, while the protagonists busy themselves with the shenanigans of too many contemporary novels: adultery, the tedium of university teaching, it's a hard life in advertising etc. It's hard to care about any of these people except Harry, the black local newspaper hack, who is nevertheless burdened with stereotypical baggage. This could be any city in Britain. Coe's 'The Closed Circle' did it better, and with more political bite. There are a few inaccuracies in the decriptions of 'over the water', eg the precise location of factories in Silvertown, and the 'Wanstead Tree'. If Morrison intended south of the Thames to be symbolic, ie a liminal space, just as the characters (arguably) endure such a position, it's insulting to residents as well as hackneyed. Shame, I expected better from Morrison, a writer I admire.