This will not be everyone's preferred beverage but for me as a reader who likes to keep an open mind, (fresh air is always good for ridding the middle aged brain of too many cobwebs), this was an exciting debut about finding oneself, or not, in a pub-based coming of age tale.
It is funny, irreverent, littered with colourful language, and rather than cheese and onion flavoured, it is seasoned with a West Midlands dialect which only serves to add authenticity to the dialogue and characters' thoughts and actions.
Behind the bar of The King George is Unnamed Narrator, a 20 year old male in search of self confidence, a girlfriend and a Life. Trouble is, no matter how hard he searches, hangovers allowing, and not before lunchtime, he just cannot get his hands on those elusive attributes which will catch him a gorgeous girl and help him know what to say to the very eclectic mix of regulars that keep having their glasses topped up.
The novel explores the thinking process of a young man who lacks ambition and is incredibly aimless. He hasn't a clue how everyone knows more than he does and he is terrified of doing or saying the wrong thing. This makes the reader feel a mixture of part empathy and part frustration. As a mother I wanted to hug him and shake him in equal measure.
Not being a frequenter of pubs, it is a testament to the power of Mr Hand's writing that I could picture the hostelry, picture the customers and live alongside them as they discuss life and partake of all the pub has to offer, or not. It was as if I was skulking unseen, (I certainly would not have wanted to be actively involved!) somewhere in the depths of the slightly (but only just so) more civilised Lounge.
The characters are diverse and awful and funny and shameless and drunk, and yet Unnamed Young Man seems to look up to many of them for their money, their brawn and their effortless ability to tell stories, complain and keep a conversation going.
Ideal for anyone who is missing their regular due to pandemic enforced lockdowns or anyone who wishes to recall their misspent youth, this book is for you. I was always way too sensible, serious and determined to succeed to truly identify with a single character in this book, but this absolutely did not detract from my enjoyment of it and I did not need to call Time before I read the last word.
Thank you to Shaun Hand, the publisher and the people at Pigeonhole for an entertaining read.