What RW says
When Tom’s non-payment of a parking fine coincides with the breeding season of his security forces, and the rise of a vehicle storage junta, he is forced into life as a
Accompanied in a converted cruise ship by erstwhile private detective and ale-slinger, the Magus, a techie, and a pair of renegade barbarians, he sets about kicking back against extortionate car parking charges, the proliferation of revenue speed cameras and the new 10 mph national speed limit.
Regrettably, the laws of the land don’t apply to the rich people who might have done something about it, or the poor, incarcerated in enclaves of antisocial housing, and Tom’s reign of unrest, despite offering loyalty cards to victims for repeatedly being plundered, sadly comes to an end when he loses his life in a freak copper-sodium flavoured pizza incident.
What hope is there for the common citizen, now that the figurehead of insurrection is gone, and the authorities continue to spread draconian traffic controls across the galaxy?
Stepping into the breach, and a lot of the dung, comes the Magus, his herd of belligerent bovines and an ultimate weapon of destruction.
Could this be the undoing of the junta, or will the treachery of the makeshift crew result in his own downfall? He certainly needs to steer clear of pizza, that's for sure.
Here we have the savagely satirical fifth venture into the chaotic universes of Two-Dan $mith (sic), this one swiping at the way personal liberties are subtly being eroded by the greed of the real people in power, and the eternal tolerance of decent folk.
Here is the first chapter for your enjoyment...
What the Readers Say
"There’s Dystopian, there’s Pratchetesque and then there’s Wingfield’s World.
You know what’s so interesting about Wingfield’s World? Well let me enlighten you – Robert Wingfield takes the thoughts that any human – you included – think about when we are idly pondering the absurdities of life. Cast your mind back to when you were trying to navigate the labyrinthine routes inside your local hospital. Didn’t you sometimes wonder just who designed those weird signs? Did you ever wonder just what the people behind the cafeteria were talking about when they studiously ignored you as you stood there draped in a cloak of invisibility?
Ever wondered just which idiotic mandarin staggering drunkenly in the subsidised bars of our parliamentary corridors of power made up those stupid rules and ideas? Did the antics of the officious bastard barring your way in the airport carpark cause your eyes to rise heavenwards in abject consternation?
Another name just came to mind – Elton. No, not John but Ben. Wingfield’s World is pleasingly Eltonesque.
Take what society considers normal – normal to the policymakers that is – strip it down to the bare essentials and you just know that you’re being screwed by the Fat Cats as they manipulate your every move and thought.
So what do you do? You kick back if you have any sense and that is just what Wingfield’s characters do as they wing their way through his almost metaphysical scenarios. There is a truth in Wingfield’s writing that takes you to the very essence of the absurdities of life on this planet – or any other planet!
Above all this is humour at its very best with characters you’ll come to know and love – no matter their weirdness.
I commend this book – and the others in the series – to the house.
I’d better stop now as I want to check up on the feasibility of nipple recognition sensors replacing thumbprints on entry devices. Didn’t I tell you about the nipple recognition scenario? Well, you better read the book!