Scandal [antikvár]

A gerinc sarka enyhén sérült, a fedlap élei kissé kopottak.
`A sinister farce in which Mr Wilson stage-manages the opening and shutting of doors and traps, the falling of trousers and divestment of other garments with ease' — The Times When Bernadette Woolley entertains every week the man she knows as Billy Bunter, she does not realize that her client is tipped as a future leader of his Party. Nor does she attach much importance to the hidden camera and the tape-recorder. `A.N. Wilson turns a coolly contemptuous eye on . . . aspects of public life, unfolding a complicated plot of political ambition, sexual eccentricity, betrayal and treason . . . Wilson's scrupulous irony working on the Fleet Street garishness of his plot creates a darkly bitter confection' — The Times Literary Supplement `A.N. Wilson glitters, as ever. Scandal shows his gift for dealing with the murky, stupid, unfocused corners of life, the bedraggled spirits whose progress is all confusion' — Financial Times `Deliciously witty, Wilson's prose is mercilessly tart, and his eye for human frailties is unsparing yet kind. Among his many fine books, Scandal ranks . . . as the very best' — Washington Post