We believed in this book. And our belief has not been belied. The Guardian in its review of Jeremy Seabrook’s The Song of the Shirt: Cheap Clothes Across Continents and Centuries says this work may well be “his masterpiece”. Reviewer Sukhdev Sandhu seems acquainted with many of Seabrook’s books, right from the first The Unprivileged (1967) to the latest. This is what he has to say:
Few writers – John Berger is a notable exception – are at once as lyrical or as precise about the living conditions of peasants and indigents. Seabrook’s clear-eyed accounts of the immiseration as well as the dreams of young Bangladeshis are informed by extended conversations with scholars and activists, as well as historical research. His short chapters – sometimes a mere three pages – read both like disgusted expectorations and fragments he is shoring up to counter the invisibility and inaudibility of these members of the global underclass.
And the final word: ‘The Song of the Shirt may well be his masterpiece.’ If you have not read this book perhaps you are someone who just does not sweat beneath your sweatshop shirt.