Tribe.net. Local Connections Canela, too hot for you http://ijustfinishedreading.tribe.net/thread/610c476b-cb22-4f58-83cb-a068c90144b7#a96495e4-a649-4ca0-b47b-310504941e9e 2009-08-30T23:21:47Z 2009-08-30T23:21:47Z

Oh, I bet, he has been there lifewise at least in part. And I have read a number of other books written by authors who were totally fed up with the weird English take on sex, for various reasons. Not everyone as mad and whacky as Tom Sharpe but still. (imagine a grin icon after this, I can't find anything on this Czech keyboard here)

Canela, too hot for you 2009-08-30T23:21:47Z jakalak http://ijustfinishedreading.tribe.net/thread/610c476b-cb22-4f58-83cb-a068c90144b7#248909b6-0034-48d3-826d-af7b0c28fcc2 2009-08-29T06:48:22Z 2009-08-29T06:48:22Z

Tom Sharpe has a streamlined formulaic. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd win contests for quantity should he so choose. And still make an impact. As genre go i think he inspires one to think he has created his own. Who else can think up such deliciously trashy deviousness ? Its almost like he's been there lifewise.

jakalak 2009-08-29T06:48:22Z Canela, too hot for you http://ijustfinishedreading.tribe.net/thread/610c476b-cb22-4f58-83cb-a068c90144b7#9bc32128-c4c7-452b-814e-9c8929d99c2d 2009-06-24T09:16:20Z 2009-06-24T09:16:20Z

I have not read Tom Sharpe for years either, but as I said, his stories are something that you will never forget, esp. this one. Though I did not care too much for that other book of his that I read, about the geriatric rubber fetishist s and m couple where the man ended up dangling from that window frame, dressed in nothing but a pink rubber shirt and no pants on while the gardener of the aristocratic mansion they lived in tended to the hortensias below. The whole part about admistering injections countering impotence directly to the limb concerned, right before the act, was kind of begotten in ill taste too. But the rest was pretty funny. Which reminds me: years ago somebody left behind a book in the staff room which I picked up and started reading the first page, before I decided to take it home to read the rest. The plot commenced with the postman arriving. He entered the young university lecturer's room after nobody answered his knock on the door, and nonchalantly delivered the express letter by depositing it right smack inside the buttcrack of the adressee concerned who was too busy kneeling between a freshman's (freshgirl's, actually) legs to notice the disturbance in time. The postman left without another word. The lecturer, the negative hero of the story, much like in Puppenmord, had managed to land a job in the University of Wollongong (which you are probably familiar with, Bloke) after finishing graduate school somewhere in Cambridge, UK, literature department. One way to keep your spirits up while teaching overseas when you are not entirely stupid must be reading books like these, I figured and wondered whose book this was, but I have forgotten the ludicrous, ripping Title! Is anyone familiar with this old papaerback novel who might be able to tell us what that was?

Canela, too hot for you 2009-06-24T09:16:20Z Bloke. Trivia Pimp http://ijustfinishedreading.tribe.net/thread/610c476b-cb22-4f58-83cb-a068c90144b7#6e37b3f5-4f46-4626-bbb9-25e0373a0a06 2009-06-24T07:38:27Z 2009-06-24T07:38:27Z

Gee.. I have not read Tom Sharpe for years and cant even rememeber what I have read of his.. but I liked them...

Bloke. Trivia Pimp 2009-06-24T07:38:27Z Canela, too hot for you http://ijustfinishedreading.tribe.net/thread/610c476b-cb22-4f58-83cb-a068c90144b7#6fa2b88b-b1e6-4994-9379-5fdd4f18548e 2009-06-23T16:51:07Z 2009-06-23T16:51:07Z

"Doll murder" is the title of the German translation and it was lent to me by an artist friend who has a bit of an evil streak. A truly unique whodunnit, which starts off on page three with a dedication: "For Meat 2". "Meat 2" is the class of aspiring butchers to which the main character has to teach English literature. His wife, who has boobs the size of a melon and a half each which he finds mildly unnerving, never fails to remind him of how miserably he failed in his career. So one day he decides to get rid of her. Once and for all. Since he has never commited murder before except hundreds of times in his mind, he decides to play it safe and conduct a rehearsal. Yeah, and now I need to tell you the story of how he came about the prop he uses in this rehearsal: Actually, I keep seeing this scene right before my eyes, every time I think of...well, I will leave this up to your imagination, but you only get three tries in this guessing game. Anyway, what happened was that one day he was invited to a party on a yacht by a rich and bored couple and the nymphomanic wife spiked his drink. When this did not work, she applied Plan B which he realised on the morning after, awakeing from his drug induced stupior and becoming painfully aware of an alien presence close, all too close to his body. The scorned lady of the house (or actually, the boat) has taken revenge and after undressing him, dragging him about without being able to get him interested, she has finally attached an inflatable women to, um, where she belongs, and then overinflated her, and this is the condition in which he has to leave the boat, trying to walk home unseen, doll in place. After successfully removing this all too pain-inducing gadget from his private parts, he decides to practise on her how to dispose of his insufferable wife. Only, from afar the police cannot see that it was only a doll, and then it is too late... A read of the blackest British humour which you will never forget. Try it!

Canela, too hot for you 2009-06-23T16:51:07Z