Studies in vulnerability: A Shock, by Keith Ridgway, reviewed

Keith Ridgway’s seventh book is a sultry, steamy shock of a novel, not least because nine years ago, despite the critical success of Hawthorn & Child, he retired from writing, telling his publishers he was done with making up stories. He also stopped reading — although only for a year, lured back by the likes of Muriel Spark and Georges Simenon’s Maigret series.

Reading made him want to write again. The result is A Shock, a provocative collection of nine interlinked stories, jostled together like neighbours on a London street or regulars in a pub, which is where most of his characters cross paths. The composite form, popular with the likes of Polly Samson, Jennifer Egan and David Szalay, creates something stronger than its parts.This is not a short story collection.

Set during a sticky summer in south London, A Shock dips into the lives of people you might encounter in ‘Cannibal and Feckham’ without giving them a second thought. It starts with a party, but the third-person narrator isn’t one of the hosts or even a guest but an old woman living next door, who wants nothing more than for someone to listen to her life story now that she’s alone, her husband dead. ‘I loved a person. She died. He died,’ she says to herself, about her partner. ‘It is difficult to explain.’

Most of the characters are connected by their lack of power — financial, social and political. Harry, the landlord at The Arms, the Camberwell local that props up the narrative, can’t even choose which pints to pull. His owners were ‘effectively a property company who made him serve a range of shit beers and blamed him when no one drank them’.

Gary, ‘always a bit high or a bit low’, does shifts at B&Q but can’t earn enough to buy the camera he longs for — and deserves more than the tourists in ‘the Vulgar Square’, dangling Nikons and Canons they can’t use properly round their necks.