Anyway, no wonder I seek escape in literature. Although being a spec. fic. fan, most of it deals with the world Blair and co. have bequeathed us. Bacigalupi's post-oil Ship Breaker, Loomis's translation of Thomas of Britain's The Romance of Tristram and Ysolt in a lovely 1960s cover, Robert O'Brien's Z for Zachariah (teen post-apocalypse classic with a seriously nasty twist), and Chris Adrian's The Great Night (a dark retelling of A Midsummer Night's Dream set in a San Francisco park with real fairies). And finally, the DVD of Inside Job - a shocking (and beautifully-made) documentary about the financial crash which turned into a bank robber in which the banks became the robbers.
Most interesting, Spacetime Inn (1932) by the obscure and interesting Lionel Britton, working-class modernist. I can't afford the £170 or so to get a copy of his novel, Hunger and Love (1931), unfortunately, but this play is is fascinating. Check out the dramatis personae:
BILL, a Cockney Proletarian
JIM, his friend
THE HOST of Spacetime Inn
QUEEN OF SHEBA
The action takes place in the interior of an old-world inn.
The time is spacetime.I haven't read it yet, but it looks fascinating.