I would define this fiction as pre-Brexit: before the Brits came to to their senses. [I know, anything pro-worker and pro-labor should be labeled as racist and sexist, but I don't subscribe to psychometrically-weighted Identity Politics.]
At first the book appears twisty, but as it goes on it's simply sophmoric - - the author attempting to sound pseudo-sophisticated and global, but instead throwing in far too many unnecessary story contrivances, such as having the characters balk at what they feel may be stereotyping, then having the characters behave in stereotypical manner! Ludicrous fiction!
Obviously it is a set-up, and even has a character explaining this, but the book meanders on.
Lost interest about one-third of the way through . . . .