So ponders Anders Svensson, the Manchester detective who has dedicated his life (and sacrificed two marriages) to trying to combat the power of gangs and the allure of violence as a way to command "respect" in this book, a brilliant and insightful example of the "new journalism" at its best. Knight has crafted a work of narrative non-fiction in which the writer observes and is a silent presence to the reader, letting the main characters whose lives and experiences he is chronicling tell their own stories in their own words. In this case, the author spent two years following in the footsteps of those dealing with the problem of youth violence in Britain -- a problem that dramatically exploded last summer, only weeks after the book was published, in riots in Britain and other major British cities.
But not in Glasgow, which is one of the three cities that Knight writes about -- and to understand what might have made the difference, you'll need to read this moving, terrifying and sobering book. Knight allows us to feel the frustration of those on both sides of the divide -- of the young men who feel trapped by the culture of violence (one young boy is given a machete by his parents for his 13th birthday, so that he can defend himself) -- and of the police, social workers and other who so desperately want to halt the violence. It becomes clear that all our glib explanations -- it's race, it's poverty -- are nothing more than quick lies we tell ourselves. The real issue may be a poverty of the imagination of those on both sides. I sensed the immensity of the challenge, but also the need to find ways to address it.
The book is on the shortlist for this year's George Orwell prize; it's a nuanced and thoughtfully eloquent book that richly deserves the award. Highly recommended.