'To many respectable middle- and upper-class Londoners in the late 1800s and early 1900s , the East End seemed to be at once on their doorstep, and a kind of foreign country.
Well. As you can probably guess, this book does what it says on the tin: gives you a nice bit of history about what a shithole East London was, and shows you how change came along out of the poverty and people started getting fighty and angry and shit. All for the greater good. Lovely stuff. People's Army, mate.
It focuses on our pal Sylvia Pankhurst, but also on some of the lesser names of early feminists, men and women. A nice little collection of total babes.
It was (unintentionally, I think) quite hilarious in places - something that particularly stood out to me was what an enormous fucking joke the British police were back in the day. For example, the police are after Sylvia Pankhurst so go and wait outside wherever she's just popped in. Out comes matey wearing Sylv's hat and coat and the police nick her. Fucking incredible! All women look the same but for hats and coats!
However, the book on the whole is a bit of a mixed bag. Although I loved a lot of the tales in the book I didn't find it to be particularly well written or engaging. In fact, most of the writing could fuck right off in favour of the snippets from the papers and the eyewitness bits and pieces. They were ace.
Recommended if you already love the Suffragettes and their stories and need another to add to your collection. Otherwise, maybe go down the library and have a root round for something a bit less dry.