the ragged trousered philanthropists by robert tressell
very long, sort of budget dickensian novel about working conditions in victorian/edwardian era. really just an excuse for a series of sermons about the need for socialism. can’t argue with that tbf. probably wouldn’t have persevered if not for being gifted it by this really lovely & bright old fella at work named dave, (who incidentally i found out was an apprentice for the same company my grandad worked for in the late 60s, which probably excites me more than it does you.)
in the lead up to the election he was canvassing the site for people to vote labour - talked to him about politics and he’s a genuine self-described trotskyist, don’t think i’ve ever met one in the wild before. i told him i was pretty left wing & he gave me this to read. felt sort of duty bound to, bit of a slog though.