Henry Wilt is a lecturer at a Tech in the south of England, who frequently fantasizes about murdering his wife while taking the dog for a walk. Eva Wilt is a neat freak and hasn’t been touched by her husband in what seems like years. When the fashionable Pringsheims arrive at their neighborhood, they lives take an exciting turn - for the worse.
The backcover promised me “the funniest detective story in years”, and other twists on the word “hilarious”, but while this was amusing, I didn’t laugh out loud a single time. The tone of this book hops around a bit, at first being serious and very straight-faced and impossibly British and then it sort of sags down towards the middle. It becomes very crude, unbearably sexist and at times, very rude.
It was still very entertaining, though, and compelling enough to make me want to keep reading it. I just think that this might not be my sort of humour at all, as I’m not a big fan of slapstick comedy.
Read from December 26th to December 29th, 2011.