I came to Terry Pratchett by way of PG Wodehouse. On a Wodehouse fan club that I’m a member of on Facebook, a common question that people tend to ask is: Which other authors would you recommend to readers who like Wodehouse?, and invariably, among the answers to that is Terry Pratchett. I’d never read Pratchett before, but after hearing so much praise for him (and having received a very specific recommendation for The Wilt Alternative), I decided I had to give this book a try.
By the time I was about ten pages into The Wilt Alternative, I was thinking to myself that this was nothing like anything Wodehouse ever wrote. As it proceeded, that impression was reinforced. Henry Wilt is married to Eva Wilt (who has developed a passion for ‘alternatives’, all those one-time hippie, now-cool and sustainable methods of composting, recycling, reusing etc) and they have recently moved into a posh house with the ‘quad’, their four small, precocious and rather terrifying daughters. Wilt is trying to juggle work at the Tech, the pre-polytechnic where he teaches, and Eva rents out the attic to a German au pair… whom Henry falls head over heels in love with. Only to have it turn out that the gorgeous Fraulein Mueller isn’t quite what she appears to be.
I stand by my initial impression that this wasn’t necessarily a book a fan of Wodehouse would like. That is, if you like Wodehouse for the completely escapist world he created: escapist, idyllic, pure—where the most villainous villains (like Spode) did little other than spout a lot of vitriol or occasionally hit someone. Where love seemed to have nothing to do with sex, where sex is rarely even hinted at.
The Wilt Alternative, on the other hand, is dirty. As in filthy funny, with people running around naked, men suffering some really embarrassing accidents to their ‘appendages’, and more. There are also some really nasty criminals—murderers, no less. And serious crime.
But one thing I will concede, Wodehouse comparison or no Wodehouse comparison. This was funny. It was laugh-out-loud funny. In Wilt’s ridiculously convoluted (yet successful, mostly) attempts to wriggle out of dangerous situations, in the dialogue, in the absolutely crazy and convoluted way things play out. I found myself giggling helplessly through a good deal of the book. The conversations between Baggish and Chinanda on the one hand and Flint’s lot on the other were especially hilarious, as were the simultaneous conversations happening with the representative(s?) of the People’s Alternative Army. And Wilt’s shenanigans after the run-in with the rosebush… Ah. Memorable.
Not Wodehouse, but very funny.