Asweh, I spent hell of donkey hours reading this, got ants in my pant getting through the pigeon parts (hutious! Made me go red-eyes proper), wore out my bo-stylez trainers (Diadoras) walking back and forth laughing full stop and getting all stomachy over the mad crazy adventures of Harri and his sister Chlamydia. For real. Advise yourself!!! Totally fine good book, better than X-Men, innit.
(but for realz for real, a very impressive first novel by Stephen Kelman. Pigeon English's obvious (to me) point of comparison would be Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog In the Night Time, but only on the surface. (For what it's worth, I think this is a little better than Curious Incident, which I liked just fine). For our narrator is the eleven year old, Year Seven student, and recent Ghana émigré Harri Opoku, a good natured kid who just wants to fit in with his friends in one of the impoverished slums of London. He keeps busy playing crazy made-up games with his chums (like Suicide Bomber, Zombie, and one that involves throwing rocks at buses for hella points) barely staying out of trouble, and kinda half-way dreaming of being able to front with the local bad-ass gang. From the get-go, though, Harri and his friends nearly witness one of their classmates get chooked (stabbed) to death outside of Chicken Joe's restaurant. Their mission (when not messing around playing Suicide Bomber, Zombie, or bugging the crap out of their sisters) is to solve the murder mystery and get reward money.)
Harri's voice, totally annoying and nearly undecipherable at first, sticks to a cadence that ultimately becomes infectious and totally believable (despite its pidgin-y qualities) as the novel exposes its gritty street-life realities. (it helps to realize, as Mr. Kelman reveals in the end Acknowledgements, that the story is based on a real-life kid growing up in the projects.
I really enjoyed this book. Despite the gritty backdrop, the gutter-England-English and the intense subject matter, there were many genuinely funny lines, and it nearly always rang true. I share though the prevailing opinion of many of my fellow Goodreads critics that Mr. Kelman makes a BIG misstep by interspersing the thoughts of a pigeon (!) along with Harri's narrative, trying too hard to give extra dual-meaninged significance to the title (and draw allusion, maybe, to Jonathan Livingston Seagull). Lose the pigeon- (not pidgin-) speak, and this book is terrific. Bo-stylez, even).