This is an archetypal Sharpe book concerning the 'good' people battling the 'evil' people's scheme to build a motorway through a gorge of outstanding natural beauty and containing a ghastly sounding castle with a ferocious female owner and her sly husband, the scheming Sir Giles, but above all the wonderful creation, Blott. Just one thing troubles me about Sharpe and that is his 'idee fixe' that human beings switch from talking to screaming, yelling or snarling at the drop of a penny. The incessant use of this literary device is precisely what spoils the Wilt books which would otherwise have hugely funny plots. In 'Blott' his usage of this gimmick is limited and fails to ruin my enjoyment of what is, indubitably, a funny book.
I remember well the TV version from years ago with great happiness, not least because Blott was played by Hercule Suchet before we became accustomed to seeing him as Poirot. I would hate to have Blott as my enemy in any circumstances but here, where he is given free rein to cause havoc, he is the most worrying enemy one could have. Poor Sir Giles - but he deserved all he got. But if this is your introduction to Sharpe do not waste your time and money on the Wilt books - stick to Porterhouse Blue for similar hilarity to Blott.