The Midden
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- 8,99 €
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- 8,99 €
Publisher Description
Timothy Brights doesn't exactly live up to his name. Brought up to regard copious flows of money as his birthright, he can't understand why the funds have been cut off, nor why friends he recruited as Lloyds' Names no longer want to talk to him.
When gambling fails, Timothy turns to embezzlement, but it's the lesser offence of helping himself to some strangely aromatic tobacco that propels him up the motorway and into bed with the Chief Constable's wife. The Chief Constable has just survived charges of bribery and perjury and is not too concerned that his efforts to dispose of Timothy involve false imprisonment, breaking and entering, and a spot of GBH. It is only when the Chief tries to frame his old adversary, the upright Miss Midden, that things begin to go seriously wrong as his underhand ploy opens up the way to spectacular mayhem.
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Sharpe, a comic novelist from Britain, is highly popular in his native land but has never caught on here, perhaps (pace his admirers Stephen King and P.J. O'Rourke) because he is simply too harsh in his apparently limitless biliousness. It is a kind of dyspeptic humor for which English writers are celebrated (e.g., Kingsley Amis, Evelyn Waugh), but in Sharpe's case it seems to lack a genuine comic spirit and to be merely brutish and unkind. This book, his first in 11 years, concerns the plight of a rather dim scion of a wealthy English family, Timothy Bright, a yuppie stockbroker who tries to finagle his way out of financial problems by becoming involved with some very hard-breathing thugs. He gets drugged, for no apparent reason other than as a plot device, and winds up naked in the bed of the local chief constable's wife. The CC, Sir Arnold Gonders, is a rotten piece of work, a bent copper in well with the local white-collar crooks (some bitterly satirical fun here at the expense of the Thatcherite mentality), and much of the novel consists of him trying to get rid of a trussed-up Tim while dealing with his dim wife, Vy, and her lesbian lover, Auntie Bea. The climax is a police raid, inspired by Sir Arnold, on a ghastly local mansion inhabited by a collection of rabid eccentrics, in the course of which a dozen policemen and as many inhabitants of Middenhall are either shot dead or cremated as the hideous old house burns to the ground. All this is told in a graphic style full of nasty asides (among a group of specialists in child abuse, "some of the oral sex counsellors still had pubic hair on their chins"). Despite the energy of its often brutal slapstick situations, and its occasional dark chuckle, there's too much bile in the book for most American readers to enjoy.
