Of all the novels about 1980s Britain - The Child in Time, Money, What A Carve Up! - this still strikes me as the best. But its spell is hard to account for. There are no mini-essays tacked onto the story, no brashness, no 'post-modern' narrative trickery. The main characters are as ordinary and well-worn as an old carpet. But in the background, a lot is going on.
Change is the novel's main theme, but also its major challenge. The biggest changes in life are gradual, the ones people rarely notice, let alone put into words. Yet cumulatively they build up, with the driving force of a natural disaster, the 'hurricane' of the title. Showing them without being clunky at best, or condescending at worst, is quite a technical feat. An ordinary life is more revealing than any political sermon, and far messier.