Bill Greenwell

Sharpish

A Good Man in Africa

By

Hamish Hamilton 251pp £6.95 order from our bookshop

I, Norman Harris

By

Bodley Head 224pp £5.50 order from our bookshop

Both of these lads have sharpened their pens. The ubiquitous maestro of the mucky chuckle is visible in each of these first novels, as witness this composite blurb:

Meet a fiercely independent spirit caught in the relentless heat, the boring routine. What he has is problems, sexual and spiritual. He sees events as potential escape routes from his drab background and spiritual prison … erratic and infelicitous attractions of big-bosomed, alarmingly purposeful mistress … mocked, jilted, black-mailed, toppled from his precariously balanced existence … hilariously climactic final scenes … a brilliantly funny, glorious romp … evokes memories of Tom Sh …

Well, obviously. I mean, it’s all there, isn’t it? Two more novels about angst ridden, self-consciously libidinous men at the mercy of runaway plots.

The enthusiastic Bodley Head blurber insists (front flap) that Kartun is a ‘writer of whom more will certainly be heard’. No doubt because (back flap) ‘he is already at work on a sequel’. But let me dispose of Norman Harris, which is a not-entirely novel about a rag-trade accountant. Not unlike Walden Yapp of Sharpe’s Ancestral Vices, he fights ennui by programming a computer to stimulate his fantasies. All this is intended to satirise the business world, but its caricatures of jargon-gibbering executives are neither accurate nor absurd enough. It’s a thinly veiled excursion into bedtime funnies – flat Sharpe, and barely laughable.

Follow Literary Review on Twitter