It has been a while since I last read Tom Sharpe but have just finished
Wilt in Nowhere. My copy is a first edition in passable condition bought for pennies from a Birmingham City Council library sale - thus an exhibit for the prosecution in the charge of cultural vandalism that can be levied against our civic leaders of all political hues.
It is a scabrously funny novel, falling short of greatness but the work of a consummate professional. Nobody in the assembled cast of characters avoids the barbs of Sharpe's misanthropic pen. Good stuff if probably already unfashionable a mere fourteen years after its publication. If still alive Sharpe would have been good value on Brexit.
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