Absolutely hilarious. Also, delicious in history of women's literary voice: when first published, reviewers assumed it was written by a man, such inside knowledge of the male protagonist flourished. I am not sure how long it took before the two women wuthors were identified, but they must have had a grand time with everyone's misapprehensions.
The first to be satirized, outsmarted by locals, is the British judge and protagonist, the RM for Royal Magistrate, who arrives in rain, compelled to buy a horse from his savvy landlord who's already overcharging. The house is vast, with unexplored inner reaches--unexplored until various fugitives lodge there.
Without fear of contradiction, the best fox hunt in all of literature, an Irish fox hunt with everyone participating, bicycles, carts, several horses of varied abilities and instincts regarding walls, ditches and fences.
I do not know the current state of Irish reaction to this book, whether it is seen as baldly critical: humor always has that possibility of serious misapprehension. (Many readers of Confederacy of Dunces resent the book, though it is a modern classic.) But take it from me, with an Irish surname at least, Hilarious.
I suppose ethnic humor is so widespread in the US--as it is in Shakespeare's Henry V, where it is used to abrade difference, to create Great Britain now coming apart into its contributive bloodlines and languages. Poles tell Polish jokes, Jews tell jokes about Jews, in the US--why, even the Irish make moderate fun of themselves.