Synopsis
This is London in the eyes of its the homeless, bankers, coppers, gangsters, carers and sex workers.
This is London in the voices of Poles, Arabs, Afghans, Nigerians, Romanians and Russians.
This is London as you've never seen it before.
Longlisted for the Baillie Gifford Prize for Non-fiction 2016
Shortlisted for the Ryszard Kapuscinski Award for Literary Reportage 2019
'This Is London is an important and impressive book' Telegraph
'Full of nuggets of unexpected information about the lives of others . . . It recalls the journalism of Orwell' Financial Times
'Ben Judah grabs hold of London and shakes out its secrets' The Economist
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Reviews
“This truly extraordinary book is as raw, powerful, unflinching, witty, engaging, shocking, in-your-face and occasionally both heartwarming and heartbreaking as the great but complex and flawed city it chronicles. I've lived in London for three decades yet found something I didn't know about it on virtually every page”Andrew Roberts, author of Napoleon the Great
“Ben Judah offers no answers; but bears witness. He reports the stories of London's immigrants with a smart mind, a light touch and a brave and compassionate heart. These statements deserve to be heard. This is London is an important, state of the nation, eye-opening report from our increasingly ghettoized capital city”Dan Boothby, author of Island of Dreams
“Amazing”Peter Pomerantsev
“Work of this sort really is necessary; this is the stuff we must think about it we are ever to get to grips (assuming it's not too late already) with what lies ahead for our cities. Every MP should be given a copy immediately. On every page lies and uncomfortable truth, in every paragraph sheer horror. It is a book that demonstrably improves the eyesight. Read it, and the streets will look different: I guarantee it. Above all, more than I can possibly say, I admired its author's pluck, determination, compassion and refusal to judge - and I'd like him to know that some of the stories he told will haunt me for a long time to come”Rachel Cooke, New Statesman




















