I really enjoyed Peter Tinniswood's - whom I've learned was "the funniest writer of his generation" in Britain - debut novel, A Touch of Daniel. Funny, quirky, a great look into incredibly quaint dull, dour Northern life in the late 60's. So much so that I just ordered the book's two sequels!
But two pages from the end, after a coupla hundred pages of laughing/being amused etc, came a blow that I can only recall happening with such a gut-punch AS DURING THIS ONE.
Dear god. Brutal. Highly recommended, but brace yourself.
And it was eventually turned into a BBC sitcom - I for one love these kind of series, where it looks like the budget was $20, lending to a level of hyper-realism (at least to a dummy rube like me, anyway.)
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