With one mad yell the mob, armed with stumps and bits torn from desks, surge away down the pasage, trampling the masters under foot. A buket of water fall on GRIMES and the term end in a series of wizard rags and japes. Cars arrive, driven by parents with drawn, white faces. Nigel Molesworth is dragging St. Custard's into the 20th century in the company of 'felow pupils, their doting maters, pompous paters and any others who are interested', via the Elizabethans and the Wild West. Most importantly, he has some important lessons in how to treat Girls, what to do with a tee-vee, what a holiday will really involve, and how to survive the uranium age that is sure to hit any time now. CAVE!
The third book in the 'Molesworth' sequence and everything is getting more offbeat and surreal. This book is supposedly a guide to life in the coming atomic age, but in fact it's a set of bizarre almost-random musings with a strong anti-authoritarian slant. The text is brilliant quasi-stream-of-consciousness stuff and the illustrations are technically brilliant and thematically perfect. Hilarious!
In which Nigel Molesworth, the goriller of 3b, teaches us how to survive in the Atommic Age plus the Molesworth Guide to Gurls. The usual gang are back at St Custards plus a little interlude chez Molesworth, hem, hem.
it feels a little more diffuse than the first two, as if willans is having to cast his net wider in search of material, but molesworth is a character with such a strong sensibility (or i am so biased by having read it a hundred times in my youth) that that doesn't matter so much