“I am beginning ones again to have the urge to salute my uncle Oswald”  Already in the first line you are introduced to the main character, and you want to read more because he is “playing” with the words the first 2-3 sentences, but it stops, suddenly he stops writing so elegant and “dancing” and start writing “strait forward.”

A man comes to Oswald during a college party telling them about “the Sudanese fly” and how this fly is an aphrodisiac, and his experience with the fly, and Oswald (of course) travels to Sudan to catch this fly, and sells them. He stops in France, and every other place there is a good looking girl to have an affair with.

The whole book is about Oswald, and Oswalds chase for “the fly.”

I must say that this book is more perverse than it is exiting.            

Already after the fifth page I had to double check: is this really Roald Dahl? Because the Roald Dahl I know for Matilda, The Witches and Charlie and the chocolate factory writes childish and mild books, this was more like a perverse and vulgar book:

“... But it was pretty obvious what was going on. The activity inside my trousers was becoming very violent indeed and within another few seconds my member was as stiff and erect as the mainmast of a topsail schooner.”

This is a side of Roald Dahl I have never read before, and I’m not sure if I like it.

Roald was my hero as a child, and my mom and my dad read “Matilda” and “The Witches” for me good knows how many times, and now I found out that the person that was my hero as a child, is only an old pervert.

I regret I ever read this!