Unlike Pratchett who is able to work in some satire along wtih his humour, Sharpe is just funny with no intention of “deep thoughts.” This is more akin to Wodehouse humour: ridiculous people in increasingly ridiculous situations. The book has some very funny scenes in it, but I’m not sure if I’ll be reading the sequel.
Stereotypical emasculated British husband fantasizes about murdering his wife, who meanwhile has inadvertently gotten mixed up with a lesbian swinger. After being publicly humiliated–and while drunk–he “practices” murdering his wife by “murdering” a blow-up doll. He throws it down a construction site hole that will be filled with concrete. Unfortunately, “she” is seen just before the concrete is poured, and the police think that there’s been a real murder.
Wilt, in the end, is a bit revitalized and on better footing with his wife. Funny but mindless.