I finished reading Room at the Top tonight. It took longer than my usual 1 book/1 day speed to complete but it was a change from my usual diet of junk-fiction, there was a whole lot more to it; it was more chewable, somehow. I read it many years ago, along with the sequel, but couldn’t remember anything about it, which could be a problem in some situations, but in this case was a blessing.
This book is of a time, the cultural references are almost historical artefacts, there’s a callousness born of post-war fatigue, and even Joe Lampton’s ambition, his desire to grab what he sees as his fair share by the throat, seems old-fashioned. But it’s an excellent read, and I’d forgotten how shocking the ending is.