I'm finally admitting to myself that I don't want to finish this book. I enjoyed most of the bits I read and skipped the ones I wasn't enjoying.
I found it interesting the way people's descriptions and experiences of London overlapped. I especially liked all the artists' stories (particularly the actor... I can't remember any of the names). There's some causal racism throughout (which I would say is very characteristic of London), nothing unbearable, but enough that I quit reading some people's sections.
This might be a book to pick up periodically and skip about in rather than one to sit down and read straight through.