Chris reviewed Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem
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5 stars
Have I, somehow, forgotten the second half of this novel, which sounds like something by Nick Hornby? Because what I remember was the vividness of the growing up in the inner city sequences which made me bitterly nostalgic for my own growing up in West London which is not that different, although a funk band or two and some superhero action would have made all the difference. I lent this book to one of my friends babbling of its excellence but he never returned it. The graffiti saying THE NIGHT along Hammersmith Road has faded or been scrubbed off. Drugs may kill, but the system kills you deader.