IN THE 1970s, when concrete was king, the people of Britain had a brutalist streak to match.
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Koushik Banerjea’s debut novel is set in those far-off and harder times, when nastiness seemed to be baked into the system and the best survival option was to toughen up, keep your head down and take whatever was thrown at you.



