Sillitoe is one of the great underrated British novelists of the Twentieth Century. He seems to have fallen out of vogue somewhat but did make a splash with "the Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner" and "Saturday Night, Sunday Morning." Though I don't really know a great deal about British working class culture - other than what I can glean from some television shows and some records by middle class dudes who ended up in the Clash and so forth (via art school), there's something that seems to ring true about Sillitoe's protagonists. Like, they drink just like the British. And fight just like the British. And shag just like the British. Anyone who's an anglophile when it comes to tunes would probably dig this author. Sort of a Nelson Algren of England. I thought very top notch prose from this guy.