Worth, By Jon Canter

Metropolitan media types transplanted to Suffolk provides fertile ground for Canter's third hilarious novel.

Invited to lunch with newcomers Richard and Sarah, a Suffolk neighbour peers at his pasta with beetroot "in the hope of seeing breasts, legs, wings, livers…"

The hamlet of Worth gains allure when sexy Catherine moves in next door, but disaster and death soon follow.

Every page contains a joke, often uncomfortably acute: "A man of my age shouldn't read newspapers, not if he isn't in the newspaper himself. Newspapers are clubs for the people in them."