Cometh the hour, cometh the man. Michael Nath seems to be a novelist who has it all - all that pertains to being a novelist, that is, bar fame and fortune. Why, here be great plots, fascinating characters, exciting themes, and an exuberance of language like ... like who? ... Well, maybe like Ben Jonson in Bartholomew Fair; for as he writes at one point: ‘This great house of concern still teemed with people: medics, muffin-men, volunteers, traders. It was also a kind of fair.’ A kind of fair, like Bartholomew: in London, a place of ribaldry and coney-catchers, bullies and slumming gallants; and perhaps like Jonson, with a distinct moral ambiguity. Again, as Nath writes: ‘Names change, killers fly back to regimental nests, retire with the Military Cross, buy farms in Australia, become mercenaries, security consultants, Waitrose Managers, PE teachers, Prosecutions: zero.’
Truly, we have a major novelist here: the cornucopia of language (like Jonson), a fluent demotic based on a fully multicultural London, and the ability to make it all come alive. But The Treatment is much harder-edged than Bartholomew Fair, harder even than Volpone; for here we have real life-and-death criminality. Based – though it’s never said – loosely on the Stephen Lawrence murder of twenty years or so ago (hence: prosecutions zero), Nath explores corruption, deep crime and racism at its basest level. Hardly, you would have thought, matter for much laughter, but Nath’s writing is a match for it: this is no dour, depressing Scandi-drama, but a satire of savage and hilarious intent. As he says (of one of his characters): ‘His satires is bangin'!’
The story is told in the first person by the highly imperfect journalist Carl Hyatt; but as a journalist he is, of course, a quasi-detective, and amidst all the demotic he has this Chandler-esque ability to describe situations in genius brush-strokes. Let me share some of my favourites:
‘She looked ready for anything, except work.’
‘Dark world, dark decisions.’
‘The pale lady smiled as if happiness were dangerous.’
‘And so many of them are like this - fare-Dodgers, shoplifters, robbers, thugs: they've got severe reality issues, see no further than what they want.’
‘The idea may have been stupid, but stupid ideas aren't less persuasive than good ones, from racism to sub-prime mortgages.’
‘Marriage was a kind of field-trip.’
‘The investigation was undertaken with formidable negative energy.’
‘... How often on the Saturn rings about the heart have you not wished death?’
‘I had to buzz from the street so I said was Tara Palmer-Tomkinson and they let me up from curiosity.’
‘Ah, is there anywhere a cure for disappointment?’
‘It's a way of raising the desire he feels for her, into something fine; so he campaigns for his community instead of her love-box.’
‘... Darkness is the diametric opposite of journalism.... Because jour means day...'
‘Whereas hatred and revenge-desire wear out the heart that harbours them like broken-glass in a paper bag.’
Aren’t all these - and there are so many more - just brilliant observations and quotes? But the plot too, propels one forward with relentless force. My favourite chapter is chapter 30: in The White Cross pub where enemies meet and the tension crackles – I simply couldn’t put it down, a sort of London gangster equivalent to watching Clint Eastwood in The Outlaw Josey Wales enter the bar where the bounty hunters are! You can’t take your eye off the page.
This book is a masterpiece and I do not know why Nath is not a household name or Booker prize winner. Who is writing better than this in crime fiction? No-one I know.
If I had to be critical, and not too hagiographical, perhaps the demotic is in a small number of places almost too dense; and I think I found the ending mildly awkward. But these would be – to use Dr Johnson’s terminology – the petty cavils of a petty mind, given the splendour of this ‘bangin’ tale.
I strongly recommend that Guy Ritchie read this book, for he alone perhaps could make a masterpiece in film of it; indeed, the masterpiece of his own career, as he has made some very fine ‘London’ films along the way! Get reading Guy – this is for you – and perhaps only then will Michael Nath get the credit he deserves for this outstanding story.