In this true story, twenty year old self titled ‘heat-seeking sexual missile’ Kate Lock arrives at Exeter University in autumn 1981 and falls for Tim, a fifty six year old sociology PhD student. On the plus side Tim has nice ‘labourer’s wrists’, a ‘firm, dry, assertive’ handshake and a healthy bank balance. Initially his only major negative point, apart from being a convicted murderer, is talking like a prat. The first thing he says in the book is ‘I’m afraid Keith has a very limited vocabulary, especially after a few drinks. His ability to articulate decreases incrementally with every pint of flowers’. Amazingly, at Exeter University in 1981, instead of giving someone an excuse to kick your head in, it seems this kind of talk was considered witty.
Anyway, despite Tim slipping ‘a slim volume of Bertrand Russell’s ‘The Problems of Philosophy’’ inside her bag and being on the receiving end of some truly awful juvenile poetry Kate decides she ‘knew that this relationship, wherever it was going, would be of a different nature from anything I had ever experienced before’. Well, you’d hope so wouldn’t you? To me, the spirit of the book can be summarised in this sentence describing a hotel room: ‘It smelt of polish and lemons and something faintly musty, which I put down to a plug-in device designed to repel mosquitoes.’ which sounds mysterious and significant but is never referred to again.
I’ve given this book two stars (rather than one) because it is competently written, contains unintentionally comical phrases such as ‘upmarket golfing hotel favoured by Tony Jacklin’, and it deserves credit for what could be considered a rather unflattering portrayal of two dislikeable characters.