I really enjoyed this book – much more than I had “Who knew that Tasmanian Tigers Eat Apples”. Although some of the characters remain the same, here they are much more fully developed. I cannot remember what I may have possibly had against Oodles and Wish-Wash, but now they have matured into really wonderful old men: helpful, loyal, tolerant and (between tea breaks) very practical and useful people to have around. The new character, Paddy, masquerading as a professor, definitely needs all the help and local knowledge that Oodles and Wish-Wash are happy to give.
Actually, the whole town has become a much nicer more tolerant place, ready to welcome strangers. The one glaring exception is the former mayor, Mr Northan, who remains racist, misogynist and homophobic, as well as being naturally arrogant, obnoxious and entitled: “'You heard it here first, OK?' said Rowbottom. 'We've both come out of the closet.' 'The closet! I never thought you even went into the closet. But him?' Northan pointed to the dog catcher. … 'This is preposterous,' said Northan. 'It was bad enough having one queer in town! But two!’”.
I renewed my intense dislike of Mr Northan, when he unilaterally changed the conditions on the “Last One Standing” bet to include a new member, and investing the whole pot in a very risky mining venture, which could have left Oodles and/or Wish-Wash penniless. My former financial services background was screaming compound interest, breach of contract … at the Kindle. At first, I thought that Northan was being deliberately malicious, but finally realised that he did not have the intelligence to be that nasty.
The book is a well-conceived farce involving mistaken identities, a faked death, people smuggling, blackmail, crooks and tourists, financial and academic fraud, arson, a bush fire and dog poo.
The writing also has a nice turn of phrase: “The waitress had blonde hair colouring that probably came from a bottle. She had a husky voice, which sounded like the result of smoking too many cigarettes and eating too much gravel.” and “Since Gordo was the one with two good arms but a suspect brain, he drove where he was told” which really adds to the humour.
The only thing I did not like in the book, was the occasional phonetic transliteration of “Irish” speaking.
All in all, a very enjoyable read. I am looking forward to reading the next in the series.
I received this copy from the author in exchange for an honest review