A very literary work concerning the numerous inhabitants of a single run down street in High Town, Cheetham Hill, in the period 1910 to 1930. Jews on one side, gentiles the other, and rarely the twain shall meet. Rare instances of intermixing prompt much of the action, including of course forbidden romance plus a child saved from drowing down at the croft, sparking community-wide cross-pavement celebration. The Great War takes much away, though the nostalgia which follows it is laden with terrible historical irony. There’s sufficient use of the N word with regard to the one or two black characters to ensure that a novel hugely popular in its day from a writer highly celebrated in his time has not aged well.