Doris Lessing is always hanging out the Left's dirty laundry. This time she does it with young London IRA-aligned communists in the 80s. It can be hard to read a book where everyone is awful to each other and there is nothing to hope for. But Lessing also has this delicious insight, this genius for the tiny 'tells' of interpersonal dynamics. And though she maybe doesn't have the whole truth about the Left, she has enough of the truth that you recognize these characters from a squat or some self-important cadre of Marxist-Leninists.

The truth is I could read this all day.