The Midden
Tom Sharpe
Language: English
Pages: 177
ISBN: B01N1EVWBB
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Book Details:
ISBN: 0879519282
EAN: 9780879519285
ASIN: 0879519282
Publisher: Overlook Press
Publication Date: 1999-02-01
Number of Pages: 245
Website: Amazon, LibraryThing, Google Books, Goodreads
Synopsis from Amazon:
Spectacular mayhem ensues when Timothy Brights, in typically dim fashion, lands in bed with the Chief Constable's wife. And things go seriously wrong when the Chief Constable tries to frame his old adversary, the upright Miss Midden.
GoodReads Author Information:
Author Name: Tom Sharpe (Born: 1928/03/30 / Died: 2013/06/06)Author Description: Tom Sharpe was an English satirical author, born in London and educated at Lancing College and at Pembroke College, Cambridge. After National Service with the Royal Marines he moved to South Africa in 1951, doing social work and teaching in Natal, until deported in 1961.
His work in South Africa inspired the novels Riotous Assembly and Indecent Exposure. From 1963 until 1972 he was a History lecturer at the Cambridge College of Arts and Technology, which inspired his "Wilt" series Wilt, The Wilt Alternative, Wilt on High and Wilt in Nowhere.
His novels feature bitter and outrageous satire of the apartheid regime (Riotous Assembly and its sequel Indecent Exposure), "dumbed-" or watered-down education (the Wilt series), English class snobbery (Ancestral Vices, Porterhouse Blue, Grantchester Grind), the literary world (The Great Pursuit), political extremists of all stripes, political correctness, bureaucracy and stupidity in general. Characters may indulge in bizarre sexual practices, and coarser characters use very graphic and/or profane language in dialogue. Sharpe often parodies the language and style of specific authors commonly associated with the social group held up for ridicule. Sharpe's bestselling books have been translated into many languages.
Author URL: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/33017
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have you been?' he asked almost truculently. 'I've been here on my own all day.' Henry intervened before his uncle could explode. 'As a matter of fact we've been for a rather long walk. Along the cliffs,' he said. Timothy missed the implication. 'You might have woken me. I could have done with a walk,' he said. 'You were dead to the world when I looked in at you this morning or I would have done,' Henry continued. 'Anyway you wouldn't have liked it much. Very windy and gusty.' In the kitchen
she said as they sat down to scrambled eggs. Bletchley's fork paused. 'Old Og? What on earth has Old Og got to do with it?' 'Timothy has been exposed to...well, Old Og's baleful influence,' said Ernestine. 'Baleful influence? Nonsense,' said Bletchley. 'Old Og's all right. Outdoor sports and so on.' 'You may call them that,' she went on. 'In my opinion they are something else. To allow a sensitive and delicate boy like Timothy to be exposed to...well, Old Og.' She stopped and looked down at
seems a pity not to take the opportunity to use this as a training exercise.' 'No. Repeat, no. Repeat, no, on no account. Over and fucking out.' And putting the phone down the Chief Constable turned back to even more immediate problems. Chapter 7 The first problem was to get back into the bedroom and have it out with Vy. She was to blame for what had happened. Any reasonable husband coming home and finding some filthy young gigolo in bed with his wife would have acted in a similarly violent
brains to speak of. I daresay you'll do very well in banking and the family could do with some financial help just now.' Inspired by the example of his great-uncle, Timothy Bright had tried to persuade his father to put up the money to apprentice him to a Newmarket bookie, only to meet with an adamant refusal to waste money. 'You've been listening to Uncle Fergus's tommyrot,' Bletchley told him. 'Uncle Harold wasn't such an idiot as all that, and what Fergus forgets is that he was a
he had shot and killed, the way to Piccadilly Circus. 'Rude bastard. Can't get a civil word out of anyone in this accursed country,' he muttered as he stumbled away. Behind him the Middenhall blazed and slowly folded in on itself. And on the other unfortunate Middens who had seen it as their home from home with free board and lodging and all the trimmings, like being as rude to domestic servants as they had been accustomed to be in the tropics. There were few servants left for them to be rude to