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Publisher: Overlook Press
Publication Date: 1999-02-01
Number of Pages: 245
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Synopsis from Amazon:
Spectacular mayhem ensues when Timothy Brights, in typically dim fashion, lands in bed with the Chief Constable's wife. And things go seriously wrong when the Chief Constable tries to frame his old adversary, the upright Miss Midden.
GoodReads Author Information:
Author Name: Tom Sharpe (Born: 1928/03/30 / Died: 2013/06/06)
Author Description: Tom Sharpe was an English satirical author, born in London and educated at Lancing College and at Pembroke College, Cambridge. After National Service with the Royal Marines he moved to South Africa in 1951, doing social work and teaching in Natal, until deported in 1961.
His work in South Africa inspired the novels Riotous Assembly and Indecent Exposure. From 1963 until 1972 he was a History lecturer at the Cambridge College of Arts and Technology, which inspired his "Wilt" series Wilt, The Wilt Alternative, Wilt on High and Wilt in Nowhere.
His novels feature bitter and outrageous satire of the apartheid regime (Riotous Assembly and its sequel Indecent Exposure), "dumbed-" or watered-down education (the Wilt series), English class snobbery (Ancestral Vices, Porterhouse Blue, Grantchester Grind), the literary world (The Great Pursuit), political extremists of all stripes, political correctness, bureaucracy and stupidity in general. Characters may indulge in bizarre sexual practices, and coarser characters use very graphic and/or profane language in dialogue. Sharpe often parodies the language and style of specific authors commonly associated with the social group held up for ridicule. Sharpe's bestselling books have been translated into many languages.
Author URL: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/33017
brain to damage.' For a while they drove on in silence, Miss Midden considering how strange it was that she had been left the Middenhall with its curious collection of inhabitants, and the Major nursing a separate grievance. 'You could always have left me behind at the Infirmary. I rather liked it there.' 'And have you come home with some foul disease? Certainly not. That hospital looked most insanitary.' 'That's only in Casualty. Casualty is always like that on a Saturday night. It's so
more urgent matters and picked up the revolver again. 'I must say,' she said with a renewed air of social confidence, 'it's come to a pretty pass when the staff march into bedrooms without knocking. I can't think what the country's coming to.' On the bed Auntie Bea responded to the call of her upbringing. 'My dear,' she said, 'I have exactly the same trouble at Washam. It's almost impossible to get anyone to stay and they demand quite exorbitant wages and two nights off a week.' And with a final
determination. She wasn't going to go on living like this. She wasn't going to have her weekends spoilt by a wretched sponger like MacPhee, for that's what he was, no more than a sponger on her hospitality and good nature. She had had enough of him. But her feelings went deeper than that. She had had enough of looking after the Middenhall and the spongers down there, for that was really what they were too, arrogant, self-centred, spoilt spongers who had always had servants to do things for them
important?' she asked. 'Nothing,' said Timothy Bright defiantly. 'Which is what you'll be having for breakfast,' said Miss Midden and went out and locked the door. Timothy Bright got up off the mattress and looked through the bars at the open fell. There was no one in sight. Some sheep were grazing by the bank of an old track that ran away over a slight rise towards some distant blue hills. Far away the sunlight glinted on the water of the reservoir, but the sight did nothing to stir his
up there, Sergeant? I want to know.' 'There, or down the road at the Middenhall as well?' the Sergeant asked. 'The Middenhall? What's that?' 'Don't know how to describe it,' said the Sergeant. 'It's not exactly a guest house or a nursing home. At least I don't think it is. It's some sort of community place people come and stay in.' 'Really? A community place? What sort of people?' said Rascombe, whose nose for dreadful dirt was now firmly fixed on the Middenhall. 'Well, I don't know exactly.