First of all, let me make the much needed point that just because Littlejohn is a pompous, bigoted lowlife who constantly recycles old (and often misleading, fictional or even libellous) material in his Daily Mail column does not automatically make him a terrible writer of fiction. Having said that, he is a terrible writer of fiction; possibly the worst writer of fiction I have ever has the misfortune to come across in my many years of reading. He is, however, a better fiction writer than he is a columnist.
Will Self and David Aaronovitch referred to this book as a "400 page BNP recruitment pamphlet". The BNP, I suspect, would have sacked their pamphlet writer when they learned of the comparison.
The characters in this book are flat, to say the least. The police are all over the top homosexuals, much to the protagonist's disgust, the "illegal asylum seekers" as the Product description puts it, are all scumbags, much to the protagonist's disgust, and the lawyers, councillors....well, you get the point.
Of course, this is all a work of satire, so we can forgive a little bit of stereotyping. The subject of the satire is the dishevelled society of modern Britain. Richard Littlejohn is well placed to comment on the terrible direction of Britain's society and polity as a resident of Florida. Yes, that's right. He lives in Florida. In essence, he is a British tax dodger, who earns his money from a British newspaper, from British readers, whilst residing in Florida, and commenting on how terrible Britain is.
If you have never heard of Richard Littlejohn, then I don't recommend that you read this book.
If, however, you have heard of him, then please, read this and you will get a further insight to the way this idiot's feeble one-track brain works. But, for heaven's sake, buy it second hand, and don't let him earn a penny of your money in royalties.