A rather embarrassing story of humankind. Written well enough, but not my cup of tea. ( )

I liked the intelligence and the understated wit with which this was written, but am at a loss to understand why it wasn't just set in the real world. I recognised characters from Maggie Gee's previous novel "The White Family", and as far as I can remember that was set in the "real" world, so was baffled by that. I was expecting some kid of apocalypse novel based on the synopsis, but that element of it didn't really deliver. Best to appreciate this as a series of loosely connected vignettes with some well drawn characters. My favourite bit was the satirical depiction of the teenagers - as a parent of teenagers perhaps that's not surprising. ( )

The time: more-or-less now. The place: a city which is more-or-less London - there is a President, not a Prime Minister, but he is prosecuting a war against a Muslim country in alliance with the President of more-or-less America (rather pointlessly disguised as 'Hesperica'). It's been raining for weeks and weeks, and almost without the residents realising it, floodwaters are creeping over more and more of the city.

There is a huge cast of characters, from wealthy Lottie luxuriating in her comfortable life, to elderly May looking after her grandchildren and missing her dead husband, from ex-convict and apocalyptic cult member Dirk to self-centered novelist Angela and her neglected daughter Gerda. They are all affected, in different ways, by the flood, by rumours of strange planetary line-ups, and by the city's preparation for a grand Gala, more-or-less a great celebration of capitalism. But we soon realise that they are also deeply interconnected in a multitude of ways, and to me the rising waters seemed to symbolize social atomisation, which has crept up on us without our really noticing, as well as everything that goes with atomisation, such as lack of connection and community, prejudice, and inequality.

I don't normally much like 'state of Britain'-type novels, and indeed after fifty pages I was ready to put this book aside. But for some reason I decided to give it another go, and I started to enjoy it very much. I think, in particular, it's because we see enough of the inner lives of our characters that they are not simply stereotypes or representatives of a particular social category, and they come together in unexpected ways. This makes it more subtle than other novels with a similar range, and yet it can still make its points effectively. ( )