Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
"The truth is, everybody lies," observes New Yorker staff writer and National Book Critics Circle award winner Keefe (Say Nothing) in this gripping investigation into a young man's mysterious death in 2019 London. Surveillance footage shows Zac Brettler, 19, jumping from a fourth-story apartment balcony into the Thames, apparently fleeing for his life. The man living in the apartment, a middle-aged gangland enforcer named Verinder Sharma, died a year later, stymieing Scotland Yard's criminal investigation. The only other witness, a businessman named Akbar Shamji, was caught lying to the police and offered no help beyond an initial bombshell revelation, disclosed to Zac's grieving parents shortly after his death, that Zac had for some reason fooled him and Verinder into thinking he was the son of a Russian oligarch. In between piecing together the facts, Keefe zooms out, vividly portraying the morass of the modern London underworld, a "twenty-four-hour laundromat for dirty money... full of crooks with pretensions to legitimacy and businessmen who seem a little crooked." Keefe's approach is profoundly humane, particularly in his intimate interviews with Zac's parents, Matthew and Rachelle, who convey a deep desire to understand their late son. Despite the murky material, Keefe arrives at an artful and clarifying explanation. It's a remarkable new turn for the celebrated author. Agent: Tina Bennett, Bennett Literary. (Apr.)
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A tragic death in a transformed city. Keefe, the author of some of this century's finest nonfiction, has crafted another masterwork. This is a penetrating portrait of a young man destroyed by malignant influences given free rein in a global hub of capitalist excess. In November 2019, 19-year-old Zac Brettler leapt from the fifth-floor balcony of a luxury apartment in London, falling to his death in the Thames. But this was no straightforward suicide. Brettler, well-off but not rich, had become fixated on opulence, spending nights on social media admiring the "glitzy, mercenary, aspirational culture" embodied by foreign billionaires who'd bought mansions and soccer clubs in his city. Hoping to join their number, he contrived a false identity that led to his undoing. Posing as "Zac Ismailov," a Russian oligarch's son, Brettler befriended shady entrepreneurs. At 18, he showed his real father--who works in finance but isn't "flashy," Keefe writes--an authentic-looking bank statement for a personal account holding about $1 million. Keefe uncovers details that suggest Brettler jumped to escape from one of his new purported friends, a "violent" extortionist. Keefe might be our sharpest chronicler of the intersection of criminal opportunism and institutional fecklessness. The author finds witnesses and writes of the "bizarre passivity of Scotland Yard," decimated by budget cuts. He tallies the harm done by decades of deregulation in London, where the financial sector is stacked with "professional facilitators eager to help protect or conceal a dubious fortune." And he closely observes his real-life characters, sensitively showing the very different ways in which Brettler's parents processed their pain. This is powerful reporting, a potential classic about the dangerous allure of a city remade as "a twenty-four-hour laundromat for dirty money." An exemplary account of naïveté, wealth, and menace, impeccably told by a top-notch journalist. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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