Henry Wilt, tied to a daft job and a domineering wife, has just been passed over for promotion yet again. Ahead of him at the Polytechnic stretch years of trying to thump literature into the heads of plasterers, joiners, butchers and the like. And things are no better at home where his massive wife, Eva, is given to boundless and unpredictable fits of enthusiasm - for transcendental meditation, yoga or the trampoline. But if Wilt can do nothing about his job, he realises he can do something about his wife - and as each day passes, his fantasies grow more murderous and more real.
'This delightful book ... lives, rises and triumphs by a slicing wit' Daily Mirror
'Superb farce ... If you don't laugh your head off, Crippen wasn't guilty' Tribune
'Mr. Sharpe's farce has a gritty satirical edge to it, and the world his embattled central character inhabits is all too real' Sunday Times
'Tom Sharpe piles slapstick upon slapstick with the ingenious dexterity of a music-hall illusionist' Sunday Telegraph
'The funniest detective story in years' Evening News
