About this book
Medieval burial ground, Victorian hell hole, Blitz bombing target, modern artists' playground: the East End has always been London's strange alter ego, with an identity unlike anywhere else.
Always a rum place, the industrial revolution replaced rose bushes and hedgerows with metallic roads and iron railways, mud banks gave way to deep-water docks and sweatshops. This book tells the story of this part of London. It reveals the underbelly of the history of the East End.