Copio de la contraportada:
"Jim Dixon has a lousy job at a second-rate university. HIs life is full of things he could happily do without: a tedious and ridiculous professor, a neurotic semi-detached girlfriend, burnt sheets, medieval recorder music and over-enthusiastic students. The solution seems to be fairly straightforward: pull faces behind people's back, copy others' work and meake sure the pretty girls choose his course. But without luck, life is never simple...
This is a book for anyone who has come to hate a job they have to keep, and who never ever has quite enough money for beer and cigarretes A book about embarrassment, daydreams and lust, and the importance of being lucky, Jim."
Voy por la mitad más o menos y me está gustando bastante. No es para reirse sin parar, como intentan hacerte creer, pero sí tiene bastante más sentido del humor que las novelas de su hijo. En algunos puntos me recuerda a Jerome K. Jerome.