I love satire. I love London. I love the writing of Geoff Nicholson. With all of that in mind, Bleeding London seemed like the perfect book for me. For those not familiar with the prolific Nicholson, you can expect to find, in his books, lots of black comedy, lots of kinky sex, grim grittiness, and almost unbelievable plot lines. Nicholson has taken on a variety of subjects (foot fetishes, compulsive shopping, Hollywood, VW bugs, and publishing, to name just a few), many of them offbeat, and as he tears them limb from figurative limb, he shows no mercy, something that causes me to like him even more. If you’re going to read satire, after all, you want satire, not some watered-down story that provokes little more than boredom and a desire to finish the book as soon as possible.
In Bleeding London, Nicholson satirizes London, of course, through the eyes of three very different, but equally bizarre, characters, two of them native Londoners, and the third, a visitor from Sheffield.
Mick Wilton, the visitor from Sheffield, is by far, the most highly developed character and the one with the most depth. Mick is an ex-bouncer, but he’s not, by any means, an everyday bouncer. Mick loves books and literature and he is, in many ways, a modern day Don Quixote, for Mick has come to London to avenge the alleged gang rape of his stripper girlfriend, Gabby. Mick has devised what he believes will be a "fitting end" for each of the six men involved in Gabby’s ordeal. Mick dislikes London, at least at first, and lets us know it. He says London is:
...hard and scruffy and cold and affectionless, a place where terrible things happened or were made to happen; and the sooner he could cease contact with it the better.
Mick’s plan to summarily dispatch Gabby’s attackers lacks but one essential element, an element made even more essential by the fact that Mick is new to the city...a good map.
The need for a map brings Mick into contact with Judy Tanaka, a London born, half-English, half-Japanese bookseller with, putting it quite mildly, a voracious sexual appetite. As Judy puts it:
When sex is good, I feel as though I’m disappearing, being pulverized…so that I’m nothing, just particles of air pollution, debris, particles of soot and skin floating through the air and settling on the city.
Judy has a need to "know" London, that is, she feels, as pressing and urgent as is Nick’s. Judy’s desires, however, have nothing to do with revenge and everything to do with lust. Judy believes that every square inch of London must, at one time or another, have been occupied by lovers engaged in the act of making love and she intends to replicate this feat, herself. Judy’s views on maps are, to say the least, all-encompassing:
Sometimes, I think I’d like to be tattooed....All across my back. With a map of the London Underground system. Or perhaps not just a tattoo, more of a form of scarification, so that the scar tissue would be raised, a little like Braille, to represent the lines and stations. And I could stand naked in the entrance halls of tube stations and blind men and women would come up to me, and run their hands over me, over the tattoos, until they’d worked out their routes. Maybe they wouldn’t even have to be blind.
Well, I told you it was a little kinky. But, it’s also great fun.
Judy’s carnal desires bring her into contact with another native Londoner, a man most appropriately named Stuart London. Stuart and his wife, Anita, are the owners of "The London Walker," a business that caters to those who want to see London on foot (and really, is there any other way?). Stuart’s and Anita’s walks aren’t just ordinary walks, however. Each one has a theme. There is "The London Crime Walk," the "Art Walk," "The Holmes and Watson Walk," and many more.
While Anita finds this business quite fulfilling, forty-year-old Stuart is experiencing a premature midlife crisis of sorts and feels he needs more. London, he says:
...contains all the data from which the ideal city might be constructed; a visible, hard city of angels.
Stuart sets an ambitious task for himself when he decides to walk every street in London. But, as fate would have it, Judy Tanaka decides to apply for a position at "The London Walker" and her passion and Stuart’s merge...for a time.
The stories of Mick, Judy and Stuart, who are each following a private "life map," intersect, merge, diverge, then intersect again. While all three are bizarre characters, Mick, as stated previously, is the one with the most depth. An as he comes to realize that Gabby’s version of what happened at the bachelor party where she was allegedly raped may have been less than truthful, Mick becomes quite sympathetic as well. Sadly, Judy and Stuart, at least in my opinion, are a little clichéd, but Mick is so wonderfully drawn, I could overlook that.
Bleeding London is filled with all the skewed comedy and elaborate plotting one associates with Geoff Nicholson, but this book is a little more brutal, a little more violent. The book is fast paced (I read it in one afternoon in my back garden and I'm not a fast reader), but never at the expense of substance. The dénouement, however, was a little disappointing for me. While it certainly doesn’t spoil the book, I felt Nicholson could have done better. Still, Bleeding London is one of my favorite Nicholson works, probably second only to Bedlam Burning.
Bleeding London is drenched in the atmosphere of London, itself. As Mick, Judy and Stuart traverse street after street and borough after borough, the reader gets a real "feel" for London and its inhabitants. As Nicholson writes:
London is mythical too, created in the image of each of its inhabitants, newly imagined with each new citizen, with each new attempt to describe it.
While I didn’t find Nicholson’s effort perfect, I did like it a lot and was glad I toured London, bizarre as this trip was, with Judy, Stuart and especially, with Mick.