Book review of Midnight Streets by Phil Lecomber (opens in new tab)

Agatha Christie would have us believe that inter-War murder was cosy, taking place in a picturesque village or on a mode of transport whilst taking in the sites of the Grand Tour. Whilst Marple was eating muffins and Poirot was drinking Prosecco, most of us would have been thrown into the daily grind. An era of widespread poverty, of men never returning from the war, of the growing threat of extreme politics. On the rough streets of Shoreditch, it was not tea parties and jazz recitals, in the...