Harryboy Boas is a man of habits. He likes a bet, a smoke, and a bit of solitude—ideally all at once. Living in a cluttered flat in 1960s Hackney, he keeps the world at arm’s length. He’s no great villain, nor a model citizen—just someone trying to live quietly and on his own terms. Mostly.

This is a terrific character piece, equal parts funny and sad, with a sharp eye on the kinds of lives that don’t usually make the papers. Baron writes with economy, compassion, and sage wit: “A childhood is one long rearguard action of naked free will against society.”

Harryboy, in all his contradictions, is given full humanity. He doesn’t want much, just to be left alone to gamble, read, and potter about—“reading on a full belly is the peak of human happiness“ - but life won’t quite let him be. The arrival of a new family in his boarding house, and the presence of a young boy who latches onto him, disrupts his carefully kept detachment.

There’s a lot going on here under the surface: the pull between community and isolation, the tension between Harryboy’s Jewish heritage and his chosen identity, and the slow creep of change in a working-class corner of London. But Baron never labours the point. He just shows people as they are—funny, worn down, irritable, kind in spite of themselves.

It’s not a book that builds to some grand transformation—Harryboy doesn’t suddenly turn saintly—but it leaves a mark. A quiet, well-observed novel that understands how loneliness is padded out with routines, and how, sometimes, that loneliness is interrupted in ways you didn’t ask for but maybe needed.

I’ve loved every Alexander Baron book I’ve read, and this was no exception. A true gem.

Alexander Baron’s The Lowlifes is a gripping and unflinching look at London’s underworld, following characters trapped in cycles of crime and desperation. With his sharp, atmospheric prose, Baron paints a bleak yet compelling portrait of those on society’s fringes, exposing the raw realities of survival and moral compromise. The novel’s strength lies in its authenticity—there are no glamorous criminals here, just broken people making difficult choices. Gritty, thought-provoking, and deeply human, The Lowlifes is a powerful read for anyone drawn to stark realism and social critique.

“The gambler is the one who goes on with no peace, no release, till he has annihilated himself…”

Harryboy Boas is that gambler.

Determined to assuage his guilt from a past love affair, Harryboy Boas spends his days as a bachelor in Hackney, London gambling with his prospects, his life, and the lives of others. What he has curated as the perfect emotionally-repressed and self-gratifying life suits him just fine: he spends his days gambling on dogs at the track, reading, and philosophizing, and his sordid nights with women.

Then one day, a couple moves into the shared boarding house, beginning the emotional and financial unravelling that forces him to come to terms with his psychological state and his treatment of others.

Self-annihilation is a prominent theme in this novel. Harryboy Boas is plagued by guilt over a past affair that may or may not have yielded him a Jewish child during the height of the Second World War, which fuels his hatred of himself and others. He is determined not to form bonds, and any relationships he has with his sister and her husband he merely uses to his advantage. Yet you can feel in his internal dialogue a deep sense of loss and longing--for human connection, to be freed from his past, and to be given a future. One where he is able to come to terms with himself and be truly cared for.

What I love so much about this novel is how self-aware Harryboy is, even as he is determined to repress all of his own thoughts, memories, and emotions. He is raw and unflinching in his dialogue, consistently acknowledging his own role as the story's protagonist and antagonist--while still refusing to change in any way that doesn't serve his own selfish desires.

And I love this about him.

There is nothing better than a self-aware, flawed main character who is in a self-imposed cycle of destruction, yet still can't break it. It's human. I saw myself so many times in his internal conflicts, and it made him all the more magnetic.

Baron's "The Lowlife" is one of my favorite reads from NetGalley, capturing the essence of what it means to be human, and to wrestle with the pain, guilt, and desires of our own hearts--even as we actively go against them.

Thank you to the publisher for the e-arc, and to Sinclair's immersive introduction into Baron's world of Hackney, London.

THE LOWLIFE: 4.25 stars.

Didn't really know what to expect from this but I enjoyed it a lot. Very meaningful and one that will stick with me.

The book itself is a republication of a previously published book, so reviewing is based solely on my enjoyment on the book itself. It was a quick read for me, it not being exactly that long altogether. The writing itself is what shone the brightest. Due to having been written nearly 60 years ago now, it withstands the test of time and remains both relevant and relatable now as ever!