A great deal of British social history fiction begins where the official record thins out. Parliamentary debates, factory returns and newspaper leaders can tell us what was decided. They rarely tell us what it felt like to wait for wages, to keep a household respectable on little money, or to recognise that a change made in Whitehall had reached the street outside.
That is the particular value of British social history fiction. At its best, it does not simply dress a modern story in period costume. It restores pressure to the past: the pressure of class, work, family duty, religion, housing, war, education and authority. For readers interested in how Britain became what it is, such fiction can provide something that statistics and grand political narratives often miss – an understanding of consequence at human scale. See Netheroyd Manor.