When Fiction Nails It Better Than Non-Fiction

Just finished Anna Burn's devastating Milkman. The Mann Booker prize winning novel takes place in an un-named city (obviously Belfast) in the 1970s when violence and inter-community hate was pathologically universal.

After reading it, how could anyone want a Brexit without a "soft border" with Northern Ireland? (Or any sort of Brexit, in fact.) But maybe there is hope because the Bojo's Conservatives' majority is now reduced to one.