Lets get this straight. Very little of the action of this book takes place in Fleet Street; it is mainly concerned with the travails of a couple of sub-editors trying to find direction in life. The characters are well sketched but the plotlines (such as they are) appear flimsy and ephemeral. The central characters are not particularly likeable, Dyson is suffering a midlife crisis which manifests itself in self-obssessive behaviour, and has assistant, Bob, is a weakwilled nobody, dominated by his neighbour and fiancee. The book would be improved if more focus was placed on the activities of the newspaper as this would at least differentiate it from far superior comic novels such as Sharpe's "Porterhouse Blue" or Amis's "Lucky Jim". The closing chapters cover travel-nightmare territory done much better in Lodge's "Small World" whereas the character of Morris, who joins the cast far too late, appears to have been copied directly from Wodehouse's "Psmith Journalist". Pretty average.