Emily Rhodes

London’s dark underbelly: Caledonian Road, by Andrew O’Hagan, reviewed

With its vast cast and twisting plot, O’Hagan’s complex novel feels as busy and noisy as the north London thoroughfare of its title

Andrew O’Hagan, photographed in Rome in 2022. [Getty Images] 
issue 13 April 2024

‘The Cally’s named after an orphanage for kids from Scotland or some shit. Didn’t we learn that in school?’ So says Big Pharma (real name Devan Swaby), drill rapper from the Cally Active gang – one of the many characters populating Andrew O’Hagan’s vast and riveting Caledonian Road. The novel opens with a 59-strong cast list, representative of contemporary London society. At the heart of this web, spanning aristocracy, gangs and trafficked migrants via an oligarch and the middle-classes, are the celebrity art historian Campbell Flynn and his student and hacker protégé Milo Mangasha. As with the Cally and its links far beyond the capital, so O’Hagan demonstrates that his characters’ connections reach across the globe. Though it focuses on the north London road of the title, this is a state-of-the-world novel.

Campbell lives adjacent to the gritty Caledonian Road in a multi-million-pound house in Thornhill Square, all ‘shushing trees and contentment’, albeit with a troublesome sitting tenant in the basement.

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