'Superb farce . . . If you don't laugh your head off, Crippen wasn't guilty' (Tribune)

'Henry Wilt works humbly at his Polytechnic dinning Eng. Lit. into the unreceptive skulls of rude mechanicals, his nights in fantasies of murdering his gargantuan, feather-brained wife, half-consummated when he dumps a life-sized inflatable doll in a building site hole and is grilled by the police, his wife being missing, stranded on a mud bank with a gruesome American dyke . . .' (Guardian)

'This delightful book . . . lives, rises and triumphs by a slicing wit' (Daily Mirror)