London Falling by Patrick Radden Keefe
From the title reference to that historical bridge that
keeps falling down to its tale of a Jewish immigrant family fighting for
closure around the death of their son, London Falling earns a place on
any bookshelf devoted to London, its history, or its varied inhabitants. Although
it reads like fiction, it is a true and deeply researched story that captures
both the time and place beautifully. Patrick Keefe’s retelling is based on
several years of acquaintance with Rachelle and Mathew Brettler--the young
victim’s parents--and his own interviews with the police and others who may or
may not have been involved in possible cover-ups.
Central to the plot is the Scotland Yard investigation into
whether the victim had experienced a fatal accident, committed suicide, or been
murdered. Zac Brettler was only nineteen years old when, in 2019, he fell into
the Thames from the fourth-floor balcony of a high-end Docklands waterfront
apartment building. One of the first things discovered is that young Zac had
assumed a startling alter ego and was posing outside of his home as the hugely
wealthy son of a recently arrived Russian oligarch. That surprise blends into
his parents’ years-long attempt to understand how and why things went horribly wrong
for their son.
It is here that history becomes important. When the Soviet
Union disintegrated in 1991, its economy collapsed. Huge amounts of capital, held by escaping oligarchs, ended up being recycled into the British economy. These
wealthy expatriates, many with checkered pasts, began to buy up expensive real
estate, retail businesses like Harrods, manufacturing companies, and financial organizations. Hundreds of get-rich opportunities were set before them
by young British entrepreneurs who were more than willing to feather their own
nests while they were helping the immigrants spend some of their fortunes.
Professional criminals in the country were also quick to join in the rush to
get a piece of the action.
Zac Brettler’s grieving parents soon discover that their son’s
impersonation put him in close contact with an assortment of less than savory
characters, few of whom were keen to share what they knew about his violent death.
Even more disconcerting, his parents feel that the famed Scotland Yard was slow-walking
the investigation. Not willing to give up, they began their own private inquiries.
That search leads them into an underground London of posh mansions, fancy cars,
expensive private clubs, sexual and drug excesses, blackmail, and violence that
is running like a sewer just below the Changing of the Guard and other famed London
tourist attractions. In that world, everything
had a price and fantasies, supported by mountains of money, were running rampant.
If that sounds familiar, a recent article in The Atlantic by
Noah Hawley, titled “What I learned About Billionaires at Jeff Bezos’s Private
Estate,” echoes the present day. Hawley says that if there are no cost
boundaries, nothing matters. The world and other people exist only to be acted
upon by the rich, if they are acknowledged at all. He describes the USA’s current
financial and political systems as built on a “take as much as you can as fast
as you can” foundation that ignores ethics and fairness while siphoning capital
into the pockets of the ultra-rich. If that is true today, it means the only
salvation may be people like Zac Brettler’s parents who stand up and fight.
I found London Falling to be totally engrossing for
its character development, historical setting, and present-day parallels. The complex
shading of both good and evil jumps off the pages as alternate theories on what
might have happened to Zac and how various genetic and accidental historical
influences may have contributed to his demise. Even though I have lived for
extended periods in London and written a book about its theatre history, the
Brettler’s saga covered material about the
city, its history, and its residents that I didn’t know before.
It is one of the best books I’ve read this year.
I give it a five out of five.



