Urban Fantasy, first published 2018
Four-hundred-and-something Chester Road. Boldmere. Sutton Coldfield. The house was built something like a hundred years ago, back in a time when people were shorter but ceilings were inexplicably higher. Three storeys tall and deeper than it was wide, it had probably been home to the family of a factory manager, a minor civil servant or a small-time professional. They might even have had a maid or a cook. It had been that kind of house. In leaner, post-war times, it was divided into self-contained flats. As the barriers between social classes blurred, the divided house became home to a variety of factory folk, council servants, professionals of varying dubiousness and even a maid or cook or two –all living cheek by jowl. Then, in the early twenty-first century, for some very convoluted reasons, it became the home of a man, a woman, the devil and an angel and there was a period of stability (in the same way that the Cold War was a period of stability). This did not last long.
Das fängt ja schon mal gut an: eine Reihe von gewissenlosen Kapitalisten, Ausbeutern und Tierquälern, die eigentlich in der Hölle landen sollten, sind in den Himmel gelangt. Dort ruinieren sie ziemlich schnell die Agenda von Gewaltlosigkeit, Gleichheit, Brüderlichkeit und führen eine eigene Papiergeldwährung ein (baby Jesus on the five dollarnote) ...
Gelungene Satire. Wie die Reichen im Himmel todunglücklich werden ist genial.