This book was shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 2021 and was a book club pick for May.

It’s 1952. Mahmood Mattan lives in Cardiff and is a petty criminal walking the streets for opportunity. He’s cheeky, a pick-pocket, gambler and a proud Somalian. He is also deeply in love with his three young boys and his estranged wife. When he is accused of murdering a white Jewish woman, he believes in the English legal system and his innocence. His belief slowly crumbles amidst lies, mistaken identity and a system where privilege is not within his reach.

It’s a heart-breaking story and there is no happy ending. If anything, the carriage of injustice makes you angry and depressed. Mahmood is certainly a scallywag which he acknowledges but he admits he’s not a murderer. His blind faith in the legal system reveals the incompetence of all involved and all he has is the undying love of his wife and boys which of course only serves to make it all the more sad.

It is inspired by a true story as revealed at the end where justice was continually sought for years after. But what the author does is humanise the very details, putting us in Mahmood’s shoes, feeling all that he does. And it’s uncomfortable as we experience his fading hope.

It’s a descriptive book, probably a little too much for me as it slowed the story down. Yet the writing is beautiful so I can understand the shortlisting elevation.

It’s not a happy read but it is one about injustice, racial divides, and privilege. And that makes it an important one to read.