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Not even a titter
on 24 March 2017
I remember years ago my parents both reading Wilt and enjoying it, and then there came the film with Mel Smith and Griff Rhys Jones which I can vaguely remember watching (even though I probably shouldn’t have). I had heard of Tom Sharpe but never picked any of his books up. I was aware that Wilt was part of a series so thought I would start at the beginning...
Henry Wilt is a polytechnic tutor who has been stuck in the same job and at the same level for a number of years. At home he has domineering wife, Eva, who befriends an American couple and becomes drawn into their hippyish way of life. After an incident involving a blow-up doll at a party, Eva goes off on a boat trip with her new friends, leaving Wilt at home with only the doll for company. Normally a quiet sort of chap he now begins to imagine how his life would be without her, and using the doll as a makeshift Eva on which to practice his plans, one night he disposes of the sex toy in a sort of trial run. Unfortunately for him things don’t go as smoothly as he would have liked, and soon he attracts the attention of the local constabulary.
This has to be one of those books where I need to hold my hands up in the air and say the reason I didn’t like it that much was probably me. I have heard and read so many positive things about Wilt that there can’t really be any other explanation. I just didn’t find it all that funny. Yes, it was well written and yes, it had an inventive and original plot, but did it do the job I bought it for and make me laugh? Nope. Not even a stifled giggle. Ah well, better luck next time.