Henry Wilt, tied to a daft job and a domineering wife, has just been passed over for promotion yet again. Ahead of him at the Polytechnic stretch years of trying to thump literature into the heads of plasterers, joiners, butchers and the like. And things are no better at home where his massive wife, Eva, is given to boundless and unpredictable fits of enthusiasm - for transcendental meditation, yoga or the trampoline.
But if Wilt can do nothing about his job, he realises he can do something about his wife - and as each day passes, his fantasies grow more murderous and more real.
His best novel yet ... Mr Sharpe has taken a great stride towards being considered a major craftsman in the art of farce
This delightful book ... lives, rises and triumphs by a slicing wit
Superb farce ... If you don't laugh your head off, Crippen wasn't guilty
Mr. Sharpe's farce has a gritty satirical edge to it, and the world his embattled central character inhabits is all too real
Tom Sharpe piles slapstick upon slapstick with the ingenious dexterity of a music-hall illusionist