Spiffing adventures with jolly chaps - great fun,
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This review is from: The Education Of Epitome Quirkstandard (Kindle Edition)
This is a laugh out loud funny, funny book. If, like me, you enjoyed P.G. Wodehouse's nonsense about intimidating maiden aunts and extraordinarily nice-but-dim upper class twits with, dash it all, not the trace of the remainder of an idea in their woolly little heads, bless 'em - you'll love this.
It has it all. Formidable aunts, gentlemen's clubs, ridiculous names (Simone Crepuscular? Ivor Funicular? The eponymous Lord Epitome Quirkstandard?) - ridiculous scrapes, intelligent servants who save the day - it has the lot.
You need, of course, to suspend disbelief on the very first page. We discover Lord Quirkstandard in quite a pickle; his staff have been called up, to a man, to serve in the ongoing war in France. Lord Q supposes them to be engaged in some tidying, dusting and cooking on the Western Front. This being the case, he is endeavouring to boil himself an egg to have for breakfast. His cook has left him precise instructions, but sadly omitted the instruction to light the gas under the pan of water.
Failing to feed himself, he lights upon the idea of going to his gentleman's club, Mauve's, to have his breakfast, but is then confronted with the problem of: a. not knowing where his clothes are stored, and b. not having the slightest notion of how to encase himself in them.
The story ambles along nicely in this manner, until Lord Q decides he needs an education, and thus finds himself in the establishment of one Simone (his mother had hoped for a girl) Crepuscular, an extraordinary individual who has spent most of the first half of his life travelling around the world, having marvellous adventures, getting married and siring three children, and most of the second half, writing down his experiences in educational pamphlets which are now available for hire or purchase from his shop.
The author is sharply witty and I laughed delightedly at the foolish antics of Lord Q and company. Being a poet A.F.Harrold is acutely aware of the power of words and adept at using them. This is not great literature, nor does it claim to be - but it's jolly funny and a spiffing light read. My one minor quibble is that the conclusion seemed a rather hurried and ill thought out.
Buy it - go on - you know you want to.