Real interest lies in hidden nuances of the class game

I see Martin Amis has a new book out.

The title is Lionel Asbo and it deals with a chav type who wins the lottery.

There seems to be a certain amount of hostility in the reviews based in essence on what an Oxbridge-educated member of the cosmopolitan elite would know about life as it’s lived in the asbo-gathering stratum of English society. Amis has previous in this regard — his novel London Fields focused on a champion darts player living in a rough part of the English capital, and while some of that book is fantastic, there is a smell of I-may-be-posh-but-I-know-the-street-innit off that book, anyway.