A spellbinding account of a family devastated by the sudden death of their nineteen-year-old son, only to discover that he had created a secret life which drew him into the dangerous criminal underworld that lies beneath London’s glittering surface
In the early morning of November 29th, 2019, surveillance cameras at the headquarters of MI6, Britain’s spy agency, captured video of a young man pacing back and forth on a high balcony of Riverwalk, a luxury tower on the bank of the river Thames. At 2:24 AM he jumped into the river.
In a quiet London neighborhood several miles away, Rachelle Brettler was worried about her son. Zac had told her that he had gone to stay with a friend, but then he did not come home. Days later, a police car pulled up and two officers relayed the dreadful news: her son was dead.
In their unbearable grief, Rachelle and her husband, Matthew, struggled to understand what had happened to Zac. He had his troubles, but in no way seemed suicidal. As they would soon discover, however, there was a lot they did not know about their son. Only after his death did they learn that he had adopted a fictitious alter-ego: Zac Ismailov, son of a Russian oligarch and heir to a great fortune. Under this guise, Zac had become entangled with a slippery London businessman named Akbar Shamji, and a murderous gangster known as “Indian Dave.” As the Brettlers set about investigating their son’s death, they were pulled into a different and more dangerous London than the one they’d always known, and came to believe that something much more nefarious than a suicide had claimed Zac’s life. But to their immense frustration, Scotland Yard seemed unable—or unwilling—to bring the perpetrators to justice.
In a bravura feat of reporting and writing, Patrick Radden Keefe chronicles the Brettlers’ quest, peeling back layers of mystery and exposing the seedy truths behind the glamorous London of posh mansions and private nightclubs, a city in which everything is for sale, and aspirational fantasies are underwritten by dirty money and corruption. London Falling is a mesmerizing investigation of an inexplicable death and a powerful narrative driven by suspense and staggering revelations. But it is also an intimate and deeply poignant inquiry into the nature of parental love and the challenges of being a parent today, a portrait of a family trying to solve the riddle not just of how their son died, but of who he really was in life.
Patrick Radden Keefe is a staff writer at The New Yorker and the author of The Snakehead and Chatter. His work has also appeared in The New York Times Magazine, Slate, New York, and The New York Review of Books. He received the 2014 National Magazine Award for Feature Writing, for his story "A Loaded Gun," was a finalist for the National Magazine Award for Reporting in 2015 and 2016, and is also the recipient of an Eric and Wendy Schmidt Fellowship at the New America Foundation and a Guggenheim Fellowship.
Don't start London Falling, or any of Patrick Radden Keefe's books, for that matter, if you want to get anything else done. You will be handcuffed to the book, in thrall with Zac Brettler's story, until you turn the final page.
If Radden Keefe can make the Troubles both explicable and relatively easy to follow for a history novice like me, he can explain most anything. He structures his books in such a way that makes them compulsively readable, leaving the major revelations at the end so you finish the story with mouth agape.
Nobody does nonfiction like Patrick Radden Keefe. London Falling is both a meticulously-researched descent into London's billionaire-fueled criminal underworld, and a deeply intimate family portrait of love and loss across generations. It's all handled with Keefe's usual skill and care, and yet another work of his that explores the hunt for justice in very unjust times.
Another book that I will be recommending to absolutely everyone I know (sorry in advance, absolutely everyone I know).
so different from his other books, yet it has all of the classic PRK greatness! This is a smaller and more intimate story, in part because it's told primarily through the eyes of grieving parents trying to get to the bottom of their son's mysterious death. To do so, PRK takes you through the political environment that facilitated post-soviet union era wealth to permeate London — and explains how one wayward teenage boy with dreams of being wealthy and powerful could get swept up into it. He is so excellent at weaving setting and relevant backstory into his character-driven nonfiction, and I think he gets better at this with every book.
What I love most about his nonfiction is the way he sweeps you into the story. You become so captivated by the people at the center of his investigations. He's also earned so much trust from his readers. When he veers off course to places like 1970's Uganda, you know that all of his roads will lead back to the central story he's telling. I just don't think anyone is as gifted as he is at making you care about a person's story, and then layering in context you need to better understand why their story happened the way it did.
I could rave about PRK for a decade and not have talked enough. I genuinely feel so grateful to be living concurrently with him publishing new books. I think he's one of the smartest writers alive.
This one didn't quite punch into the territory of Say Nothing or Empire of Pain, but I think that's just because it's smaller in scope. It's just as technically good and engaging as anything he's written recently. Anyway now that I've read all of PRK's work, I'm adrift. Drop nonfiction recs below, please.
This story of a boy with a hidden life posing as an oligarch son is wild and investigates both what a parent can know about their child and how London is a mecca for dodgy money London is to the billionaire what the jungles of Sumatra are to the orangutan - Boris Johnson
This story of excessive wealth in London corrupting an English boy (who is already very upper middle class with a father working in structured finance and a 2,000 sqft home in Maida Vale and private schools) is so recognisable for anyone who lived in London. It is intensely readable and has so many twist and turns; this would be an epic Netflix documentary. More thoughts to follow but Radden Keefe had done a phenomenal job here of keeping me on my toes and weaving together interesting observations on modern day life in London.
I have had a string of 5-star reads, and I am starting to worry that I am going to lose all credibility, assuming I had any to be lost. But I swear that it is just dumb luck that I have been reading a lot of stellar books, and that every star I award here has been earned.
I have never read a Patrick Raden Keefe book or article that I have not thought was exceptional, and that streak is not broken here. This is the story of the murder? suicide? of Zac Brettler, a 19-year old London boy with the analytical powers and decayed soul of Donald Trump. Zac was raised to believe he was the center of the world, and when he did not get one thing (admission into an elite school) it apparently turned him into a selfish person who always needed to be a person people envied, and as a result a compulsive liar. Zac was obsessed with wealth and position, and in his quest to be incredibly wealthy (he was raised with significant economic privilege, but that was not enough) he created a situation through his deceit and choice of companions in which he was going to die. And when he died, the only question was whether he killed himself before someone else did the job, or whether they did the deed. The story is jaw-dropping, and also very relevant to this historic moment where truth is reviled, obscene wealth has become our golden idol, and all sense of duty to the collective has been crushed. Yes, I was a voyeur here, but not entirely that. This raises meaningful questions and avenues for thought for the reader, and holds Scotland Yard and the economic structure of London up to the light.
The story is told in three pieces. First, we meet Zac and learn something about his story (though some of this is guesswork. The second piece is where we meet the grifters and thugs who caused Zac's death, and boy, is that colorful. Finally, we ride alongside Zac's parents as they try to get answers, and as they are introduced to PRK, they tirelessly work together to tell this story. IT doesn't seem like that structure should work, but it does.
My heart goes out to the Brettlers, and I appreciate their rigor in trying to find Zac's story and to find a way for some good to have come from their heartbreak. This is an extraordinary true crime story. This is how it is done.
5 stars: WOW. I have meaning to read one of Patrick Radden Keefe's previous masterworks, "Say Nothing" about the Troubles, for the longest time, but ended up reading this first. (Spoiler Alert: Loved both books!) This hit hard, touching on so many interesting topics, but always coming back to the tragedy at the center. It's NOT a spoiler to say that this has to do with the apparent suicide of a 19 year old from a luxury building, and the devastating effects of that death on his family. But the book is about so much more, and THAT I also won't spoil for anyone. Suffice it to say, this is not a light story but a powerful one, shared in such a compelling and suspenseful way that I finished this book a lot quicker than I could have ever expected. Strongly recommend.
Many thanks to NetGalley, the author, and the publishers for a digital ARC of this book in exchange for my honest opinions.
Patrick Radden Keefe writes like no one else, deeply researched reportage that reads novelistically. This would explain his appeal. And this audio version, read in his own voice, is further example of his brilliance with his empathy shining through. Here we have a beloved son who feels the need to create an entirely new personna designed to impress thus getting in way over his head, and following his death his parents' efforts to learn the truth. Along the way the reader learns about London's underworld, also its society as driven by the river, its theatrical history, and shocking revelations about Scotland Yard. Highly recommended.
Addendum: The April 2 New York Times has an article on Radden Keefe that is well worth the time. Gives more insight not only into him as a person, but his relationship with this book and its development in particular.
Gutting. A moving true story that purports itself to be about a crime, but is actually a meditation on grief, parenthood, shadows, double lives, and the changing nature of a city rotting from the inside out.
The true throughline of this book is the Brettler's love for their son, not just haunting the narrative but permeating it. Keefe's ability to weave together multiple threads, bringing in random asides before fully landing the plane is his signature, and his investment in the story and the history of London is apparent.
There's one portion in the middle that gets a little convoluted, but I appreciate Keefe's love for giving people all the information they need to make conclusions on their own.
If you're interested in moving nonfiction, genuinely fascinating London tea, and a story of parents struggling with a son who was lost long before his death, I recommend.
To be successful in writing narrative nonfiction, first and foremost an author has to know how to tell a story. And no one is better at this than Patrick Radden Keefe.
How much detail is necessary to make the story come alive, and not to cause the reader to doze off? How many digressions enhance the story without distracting from the main theme? What’s the best order of presentation - where do you start? And what tone do you use?
Keefe has once again proved his chops tackling all these questions. I’d read his original piece in The New Yorker about these events, and listened to two interviews with him about the book, so I was pretty familiar with the overall story and even some of the digressions.
Still, once I started reading the book, I couldn’t put it down. The bare bones of the story are these: The teenage son of an affluent family in London becomes fascinated by the lifestyles of the ultra-wealthy who have established homes there. He wants to be part of this life, and leveraging his charm and gift with accents, he passes himself off as the son of a Russian oligarch. It all comes to a disastrous end.
In addition to his storytelling skills, Keefe demonstrates his abilities as an investigative journalist in London Falling. For various reasons the story was never made public and never properly investigated by the police. Through his connections with the boy’s family and his persistent pursuit of everyone and anyone who might know something helpful, he reaches what appears to be a satisfactory explanation.
If you haven’t read Patrick Radden Keefe before, this would be a great place to start. And if you are familiar with his writing, rest assured this is another winner.
For my money, Patrick Radden Keefe is the best non-fiction writer around, and I had the pleasure of listening to him talk about his latest book in Trinity College Dublin last night. He held the audience captive as he discussed this sad, strange tale of death and duplicity in a London that will be unfamiliar to most.
In November 2019, a passer-by noticed the body of a young man washed up on the bank of the River Thames. The victim turned out to Zach Brettler, who had been reported missing by his parents a couple of days earlier. The ensuing police investigation turned up some surprises - CCTV footage showed that Zach had come off the balcony of a luxury apartment owned by a dangerous gangster named Verinder Sharma. Zach also had a broken jaw, which the coroner stated was inconsistent with the fall. Questioning of Sharma and his business associate Akbar Shamji revealed further twists: Zach had been known to the pair not as Zach Brettler, member of a sensible, upper middle-class family but Zach Ismailov, son of a Russian oligarch and heir to a £200m fortune. So why had this young man been living a double life and how did it lead to this awful tragedy?
In trademark dogged yet compassionate style, Radden Keefe burrows deep into the heart of this mystery. He uncovers the story of a troubled boy, searching for identity and ending up in a perilous situation, way over his head. But it's not only the tragic tale of a needless death and a devastated family searching for answers. It's also a social history of London, pulling back the curtain to give us a picture of a city we don't always see - a haven for the uber-wealthy who play by a different set of rules to the rest of us. Radden Keefe's verdict on what really happened to Zach may frustrate some readers in its ambiguity, but the reality is that we may never know the whole truth. It's a fascinating, troubling piece of work from a master storyteller.
Earlier this year, I read Raden Keefe's Say Nothing, which quickly became one of my favourite history books. This is to say - I went into his newest release with almost as much zeal as I had approaching David Grann's The Wager. However, London Falling didn't quite live up to my expectations. It started off very strong, sure, and I found the recent history of London and it's conversion onto a financial hub to be quite interesting (especially as one of the city's current residents). It seemed that Keefe was setting up his book in the same way he had with Say Nothing - using personal and social stories to gesture at larger societal nuance.
Yet, if that's what he was trying to do with London Falling, the set up didn't exactly pay off. He gestured at conspicuous consumption, social media, and mistruths and how their echoes cause harm across our relationships with one another (and unwittingly mutilate our understanding of the world), but I don't think he went far enough in truly connecting the story to these larger themes, and the book started to majorly taper off towards the end. In addition, I don't think that the story of Zach Brettler, while important, was the right way to gesture towards these larger ideas (in the way, say, the murder of Jean McConville was to the themes of Say Nothing).
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I lacked a clear WHY...why was this book written? Why am I reading it? I'm not sure what to take from it apart from entertainment and a few interesting anecdotes. And I don't think that's what Keefe, or the Brettlers for that matter, would want. I just couldn't help but be a bit disappointed by this one.
Easily the best book I’ve read all year. Keefe effortlessly weaves together social, cultural, political and economic history into a tapestry to display deeply human dramas.
This time, the tapestry is the sordid underbelly of London and the drama is a hauntingly personal family story. And the story is at once so common and familiar—do we ever really know who our children are, especially as they start to create a life of their own—and utterly foreign—who could imagine their child consorting with underworld bosses?
Keefe starts with the tragedy of losing a child but then unwinds the fabric, thread by thread, until we understand the true depths of this tragedy in a way only he could tell. Along the way, you might occasionally be baffled by the bits of history and character studies he employs. What does this have to do with the death of Zac Brettler, you may ask. And then, without fail, you will be gobsmacked by how it all fits together.
4.5/5. annoyed with myself for tearing through this in three days since ill now have to wait years for the next prk book but ultimately you can’t really read him any other way. for me at least one of the most consistent writers working today and this did not disappoint in the slightest—aside from the insane details of this story radden keefe constructs portraits of these people that are so painstakingly thorough they almost feel fictional, as he did in empire of pain and say nothing. as ever he brings together the various threads of this story (and there are a lot) so deftly it’s sort of incredible to see. he seems to have a thing for choosing stories that don’t always provide an awful lot of closure, but his research is so meticulous and his style is so clever that that never feels like it matters much. and never does he lose sight of the fact that there remains in the middle of these events a really horrific loss. a highlight of the year ofc from my favourite non-fiction writer, staggering work of skill and compassion.
edit: 5 stars, who am i kidding, ought to be set apart from the many many fours i've given out.
Book of the year so far. If reading this book doesn't make you angry, then you're not paying attention. Through the apparent suicide of one teenage boy, Keefe expertly allows the narrative to unfold, peeling back the layers to expose the lies, corruption and criminality at the heart of the city, the country and the world of the rich. It's rare to be so engaged with a story of which there is little sympathy for anyone involved. Yes, of course there is empathy for parents who have lost a child, but their naivety, gullibility and mostly their desire to chase ridiculous wealth (including sending their children to the awful private schools of the mega rich) tempers this feeling. But beyond them, the corruption at the heart of government, police, business is staggering, as officials and authority turn a blind eye in thrawl to money and power. An astonishing book that reveals a world beyond the normal one most people live in - and one that will seemingly never be subject to the same laws the rest of us live by.
another non-fiction banger from PRK! a really compelling / frustrating story, with a cast of villainous characters straight out of a film. the book meandered a bit too much at certain points, but luckily PRK managed to easily pull you back into the story again.
There is an interesting story here, certainly, but it is buried under a meandering process of absurdly long diversions into very tangential topics and side stories which, rather than painting a bigger picture of the incident at heart or bringing a big conspiracy together, mostly serve as dead end titbits the author found interesting, and you must know how smart Mr. Radden Keefe is.
These issues are coupled with an almost sycophantic affection for the poor parents of the victim, and really he never once asks the question of what those parents were doing when their son was staying overnight in the hotel bed of a criminally connected millionaire and boasting that he was making hundreds of thousands of pounds in dodgy trading. The book was written because of Radden Keefe's affection and relationship with Zac's parents and, despite portraying himself as a kind of investigative journalist uncovering lesser spoken about truths, he also demands the reader take his work as a narrative from the point of view of those parents.
Speaking of sharing beds, Radden Keefe is quite interested in a possible "gay" angle to this story, possibly because he finds it makes his story more "complex" but the fact that a consensual sexual relationship between a 17 year old boy and a much older, wealthier man isn't possible, doesn't particularly occur to him.
As a side note, why does Radden Keefe never mention when a character is white? We're always told when a character is Black or Asian (and when women or young girls are beautiful and have big eyes), but he never feels the need to mention when a person is White. Odd that.
A wild story, but a bit of a slow detailed drag. I was totally unfamiliar with Zac Brettler’s case, and the mix of "Russian oligarch" deceptions and the London underworld is genuinely fascinating. The author is an excellent researcher and journalist. However, the pacing dragged for me. While the investigative detail is impressive, it felt like it overstayed its welcome in book form. This probably would have worked much better as a fast-paced true crime documentary. 🇬🇧🕵️♂️💰
I so admire PRK’s exhaustive research and crystal clear writing style. Had high hopes for this book after loving Empire of Pain but ultimately, unlike Zac, found that I’m not all that interested in modern day gangsters.
Down with billionaires (and oligarchs) !!!! And lying 🫠
Patrick Radden Keefe is such a phenomenal talent. Not only is he an incredible journalist, he is also a supremely gifted storyteller. Every time I read his work I am blown away by how he finds and uncovers stories, delivering them in engrossing narrative that proves time and time again fact is stranger than fiction.
Patrick Radden Keefe is one of the most interesting writers today. In “London Falling” Keefe has taken a fairly unambiguous suicide, barely investigated by the police, and turned it on its head by asking a lot of uncomfortable questions. Zak Brattler was a 19-year old Londoner who, in the last minutes of his life, stepped out onto a fifth floor balcony overlooking the Thames, walked to each side of the balcony, then plunged over the side into the river below. Except his fall was obstructed and he died in the fall. But the fall was captured by a camera by MI6 in a building facing Zak’s.
Without the film the incident looks like a suicide. But when Zak’s family questioned the circumstances of the suicide Keefe did some digging. To begin with Zak’s personality had changed dramatically over the previous two years. Zak was disenchanted with his hum-drum home life and felt he was meant for bigger and better things. He began to change his family history. Instead of being the second son of two uninteresting middle class parents he started telling people he was the son of a Russian oligarch. Who had died. Who disinherited him. Who left him homeless. Lie after lie. And the lies seemed plausible to his wealthy friends because, among other lies, he always claimed to be living at an exclusive address. Although when friends came to pick him up at the addresses he was always seemed to be standing out front of the building. No one ever saw him in an actual apartment or condo.
So Zak would always fall in with a wealthy set of friends hanging out at exclusive bars and restaurants and hoping to ride their coattails to fabulous riches from lucrative business deals. But little did he know that in the final analysis he himself was being played by wealthy patrons who thought that Zak really did have more access to millions than he let on. And they wanted their share. On the last day of his life, in the last minutes, one of Zak’s friends delivers him to the home of mutual friend, a leg breaker as it turns out, living five stories above the Thames.
Keefe has ridden to the top of my list of authors whose every written word I will read. His book about “The Troubles” in Northern Ireland, “Say Nothing”, is a brilliant encapsulation of the decades of animosity that existed between the Catholics and the Protestants in the last decades of the 20th Century. “Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels, and Crooks” also received a stellar review from me. A collection of his short stories written for the New Yorker, each one pulls the rug out from under reputable people who are not quite what they seem. Check out “London Falling” which tells the story of a young man who is clearly not what he seemed who tried to deceive wealthy people into falling for his lies.
Good true crime puts the crime in a broader context - and Radden Keefe does this very well.
A boy is caught on CCTV seemingly jumping to his death in the Thames off of the balcony of an expensive apartment.
This is the starting point of an investigation of London's reinvention as a city of deregulated financial markets, the influx of oligarchs and its impacts on its property market, its education system and its police force (spoiler: all deeply problematic).
To earn a fifth star, Radden Keefe's research should maybe have uncovered a spectacular new finding resolving the case. This does not happen, but it didn't leave me dissatisfied at all - the evidence is convincing enough to go along with the author's conclusion.
Not as mindblowing as Empire of Pain but still a very good read.
A very satisfying and thoughtful read. The story of Zac Brettler, on its own, might not have warranted a 320-page book, but PRK makes it worth your while, mapping out a broad web of connections between players in the story and the recent history of London and the influence of foreign money on the city. His reflections on parenting and the unknowability of even the people closest to us were particularly moving. Much to think about with regard to the lure of wealth, status, and aspirational lifestyles in our current moment, too.
London Falling is masterfully written, and perfectly paced despite its massive scope and complex web of connections. It's a true triumph of reporting and narrative non-fiction, with shades of My Friend Anna, Underbelly, and We Keep The Dead Close. Patrick Radden Keefe is going from strength to strength, and I’m already ready to call London Falling one of the best books of the year – if not the decade.