The excellent work being done by our Colleges of Education is so well known both here and abroad that Pook decided to dwell chiefly on the lighter side of scholastic life, displaying the humour of lecturers, students and those unwitting guinea-pigs of our educational sorties—the school-children, who have to bear the brunt of the student’s endeavours in his new world of Teaching Practice.
Against his customary accurate background of the profession, Pook stumbles through the whole range of college activities with characteristic enthusiasm, undaunted by the novel circumstance of being the only man among the six hundred girls who attend Dame May Boyle College of Education for Women. Understandably, he has to seek psychiatric treatment to face such a task, the results of which lead to one of the funniest books in the celebrated Pook series.
This book, even more unfortunately, is more akin to the kind of mate who doesn't get up till half past two, nicks your food from the fridge and when you're both well wasted at some awful party you've gate crashed convinces you that Malibu, cider and Worcestershire sauce is a real cocktail. Frankly, if you have even the slightest ambition to emerge from your time in 'higher' education with any kind of qualification whatsoever, it's best that you stop reading now.
If however, you insist on perusing the wisdom contained within this thoroughly disreputable tome, then please note that the author accepts no responsibility for the fact that you'll get a crap qualification, your parents will disown you and your subsequent career will go nowhere. But all that lies way off in the future. So let's talk about Freshers Week...'
As Truman Capote reconstructs the murder and the investigation that led to the capture, trial, and execution of the killers, he generates both mesmerizing suspense and astonishing empathy. In Cold Blood is a work that transcends its moment, yielding poignant insights into the nature of American violence.