In this section it is the 1970s, Harry Starks is in prison, and his ‘victim’ is an idiotic sub-Marxist sociology lecturer: references here to the whole academic/adultery genre of David Lodge and the rest of them. Starks effortlessly outmanoeuvres the sociologist, ‘How can you study Deviance Theory without reading Foucault?’, ‘Well, erm...'
Funniest line: ‘He said sociology wasn’t empirical so I nutted him.’
In the final section Starks escapes from prison, into early 80’s London. This is the London I lived in, and it was nostalgic experience for me.
Best line, right at the end. ‘Evil people can be sad too.’