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Zafarrancho en Cambridge
Zafarrancho en Cambridge
Zafarrancho en Cambridge
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Zafarrancho en Cambridge

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Porterhouse es un college de Cambridge que, si nunca se ha distinguido por su buen nivel académico, destaca, en cambio, por su excelente cocina y por sospechosa facilidad con la que «expenden» títulos universitarios. De hecho, su decadencia empezó cuando uno de sus administradores dilapidó los bienes de Porterhouse en Montecarlo, lo que obliga a que su subsistencia se base en donaciones con las que los padres de los alumnos logran que estos ingresen y se gradúen. Más he aquí que, en tan anticuada y sobornable institución, aparece un nuevo rector, un ex político bastante ñoño, pero con espíritu reformista, que decide darle aires nuevos a Porterhouse, sin saber que con su actitud puede dar al traste con los sucios manejos a los que el college estaba acostumbrado.

El zafarrancho está servido. Tom Sharpe, con su maestría habitual, manejará los hilos de la trama de modo que se vaya preparando el desastre, ¡y qué desastre! El nuevo rector tendrá que enfrentarse a las fuerzas vivas de la oposición reaccionaria, representadas por un enemigo nada pequeño: el portero del college, un clásico personaje de Sharpe que, a la manera de Blott, luchará con todas sus fuerzas por impedir que las cosas cambien, por el «buen» nombre de la casa.

IdiomaEspañol
Fecha de lanzamiento18 abr 2006
ISBN9788433944733
Zafarrancho en Cambridge
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Tom Sharpe

Tom Sharpe (1928-2013) nació en Londres y se educó en Cambridge. En 1951 se trasladó a África del Sur, donde vivió hasta 1961, fecha en que fue deportado, regresando a su país, donde se dedicó únicamente a escribir. En 1995 se trasladó a Llafranc, un pueblecito del Ampurdán donde residió hasta su fallecimiento. Sus lectores se cuentan por millones en el mundo entero y goza de la merecida reputación de ser «el novelista más divertido de nues­tros días» (The Times). En Anagrama se han publicado todas sus novelas: Reunión tumultuosa, Exhibición impúdica, Zafarrancho en Cambridge, El temible Blott, Wilt, La gran pesquisa, El bastardo recalcitrante, Las tribulaciones de Wilt, Vicios ancestrales, Una dama en apuros, ¡Ánimo, Wilt!, Becas flacas, Lo peor de cada casa, Wilt no se aclara, Los Grope y La herencia de Wilt.

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  • Calificación: 2 de 5 estrellas
    2/5
    I read this book after reading the Wilt series and Indecent Exposure. I must say I was a bit disappointed. It's just that the book didn't have the same sort of manic pacing that Sharpe's other books have. The plot moved along, but I didn't really care about what was happening to the characters. While it does have some of Sharpe's trademark humor, I wouldn't recommend this book as a starting point for Tom Sharpe's work.
  • Calificación: 4 de 5 estrellas
    4/5
    I´ve lost count of the number of times I´ve read "Porterhouse Blue". What memorable characters - Scullion, the reactionary porter who hates change and fondly recalls the good old feudal days when he used to get kicked by the aristocratic students. Sir Godber Evans, the wet former cabinet minister exiled to Porterhouse and his politically correct wife, Lady Mary, who wants to introduce healthy food, condom machines and women into Porterhouse. Sir Cathcart Death, head of the Porterhouse alumni association, who has a Japanese bodyguard, holds orgies in his stately home and tells Scullion to make sure the cook gives him tea on his way out. Cornelius Carrington, the slimy TV presenter, Mrs. Biggs, the randy middle-aged cleaner who tries to seduce the unwitting student Zipser who is writing a dissertation on “The Influence of Pumpernickel on the Politics of 16th Century Osnabruck” and too many others to mention. My family still think I am nuts when I laugh out loud reading about Wilt's adventures. Perhaps only the Mortimer Rumpole escapades have had the same laugh out loud impact since then. I remember weeping with laughter at the image of the Kommandant chained to the bed and dangling from the window with a stonking erection whilst dressed in a pink latex nightdress as his men discuss whether to shoot him as a pervert. All the time my mother was asking me go explain what was so funny. Not an easy task when you were 16.Do people frown upon at all-out satire today? There's more than enough raw material. But would anyone read a rib-tickling send up ...of the British police? Of José Socrates, our former Prime-Minister, and his financial dealings? Of the dunces that ran the banks while posing (with the cheerleading support of our esteemed newspapers… all of them) as pirate captains of the corporate world? Of our tottering political "leaders", the boys who push in front of the class and declare themselves our betters?On a serious note, in the Porterhouse and Riotous Assembly novels, Sharpe managed to capture the awful snobbery of one institution and the ridiculous racism of another. In the 80s I would regularly see fellow passengers reading on the train home, totally riveted and often chortling away with abandon. Occasionally curiosity would get the better of me & I'd either watch for a glance of the cover or pluck the courage up to ask what they were reading.Bottom-line: Sharpe’s books gave me so many hours of laugh-out-loud delight. Timeless humour. And I would love to think that many of today's young people would pick up Sharpe’s books to sample real humour is crafted. He has left a library of wonderfully funny books - nothing to be ashamed of. I think I might pull out Ancestral Vices for another read isn't it :-)) Any write who can make you choke back the laughter when reading on a bus has to be OK. That was the effect of “Porterhouse Blues” for me.
  • Calificación: 5 de 5 estrellas
    5/5
    "His had been an intellectual decision founded on his conviction that if a little knowledge was a dangerous thing, a lot was lethal." Set in the late 1950's Cambridge. Porterhouse University admits male students based on the size of their families' wealth rather than on whether or not they have passed an entrance exam. It has become renowned for its sporting prowess rather than academic achievement. It has been run on similar grounds for hundreds of years and refuses to conform with modern day norms.When an ex-politician is appointed the Master of this university, he proposes to admit students, including women, based upon academic ability rather than family wealth, financed by replacing gourmet faculty meals with a self-serve cafeteria.The new Master is soon at war with the entire staff of the college, who want it to remain as it has been for 500 years, a place for rich young men to drink and cavort while the faculty do no work and eat like lords. His most dangerous opponent is the "Head Porter" who supervises all non-teaching activities at the college.This is such a lovely satire of British University life with an amusing sub-plot of a researcher named Zipster. I have read other books by Sharpe in the past and although I must admit that this did not make me laugh out loud as often as with others there are elements of extreme farce that did tickle me somewhat. A lovely well crafted and very amusing book.
  • Calificación: 5 de 5 estrellas
    5/5
    Hilarious satire of the struggle between "keeping up with the times" and tradition at a Cambridge University college in the 1970s!
  • Calificación: 4 de 5 estrellas
    4/5
     I listened to this on CD, narrated by Griff Rhys Jones, and the characterisation of the voices was superb. It's a very funny, if a little bit twisted, piece of commentary on the role of privilege in a modern society. There's the new Master, who wants to make sweeping changes (while bearing a grudge against his treatment from his old college while an undergrad) and the existing fellows (who want their nice cosy life to continue), the porter (who is more stick in the mud than the stickiest mud imaginable) and a whole range of social types of more or less virtue. Had me in fits of giggles; the confidential talk with the Chaplain and the disposal of condoms being two particular highlights. Just really cleverly written, almost cruel caricature, but with genuinely funny moments to savour.
  • Calificación: 4 de 5 estrellas
    4/5
    I was prompted to pick this up again on reading of Sharpe’s death last week. He was, as the obituarists all say, undoubtedly one of the greatest English comic writers of the last century, and will be sadly missed. I didn't like Porterhouse Blue as much as his South African books and Wilt when I first read it, but now I find it has grown on me. Perhaps I was too close to my own college days then to see the funny side of academic life. On re-reading it, I think one of the most attractive things about it in hindsight is the way it links into a chain of great comic writing: Sharpe builds on Zuleika Dobson and the Oxford chapters of Decline and Fall; his cantankerous, gluttonous and decidedly unscholarly Bursar, Dean and Senior Tutor in turn gave Terry Pratchett the basis for his even more bizarre academics. But it’s a treasure in its own right. In between the Rabelaisian excess and the exploding condoms, there is some very sharp social satire. A lot of what he has to say about politics, the media and attitudes to education still rings very true nowadays, even if the last real Porterhouse was forced to modernise decades ago.Robert McCrum in the Observer insists (inevitably) on comparing Sharpe to Wodehouse. The two corresponded and seem to have admired each others work, but they were very different sorts of comic writers. I don't mean that one was unstoppably ribald and the other did his best to ignore the existence of sex: that’s a purely trivial difference, which has more to do with the markets they were writing for than anything else. More to the point, perhaps, is that Sharpe sets his books in a world where evil exists and foolish acts can have serious consequences; in Wodehouse there is no irreversible event other than marriage, and even that is only allowed to happen offstage. Maybe that difference has something to do with Sharpe's firsthand experience of South Africa in the Apartheid era, but if we are going to suggest that, we have to remember that Wodehouse spent the war years in occupied France and Nazi Germany without any apparent effect on his escapist style. I think Wodehouse was convinced that his sole mission as a writer was to entertain. If he had anger to express, he didn't think it right to inflict it on his readers.They were both very clever at setting up and exploiting comic situations, but Wodehouse was always a much more technical writer than Sharpe. A Wodehouse novel is constructed like a stage play, with infinite attention to structure and balance of the plot. The chaotic element appears only in Wodehouse’s fantastically creative approach to language. Sharpe, on the other hand, doesn't want to appear to care a bit about structure, and he only very occasionally gets fancy with words. He’s perfectly prepared to kill off a key character a third of the way through the book if that gives him a good comic climax, and he never misses the opportunity for a good joke or a satirical effect, even if they don't directly contribute to the storyline. The necessary chaos in a Sharpe plot is there at a very deep level, and the order only seems to be the superficial minimum needed to get him to some sort of conclusion.
  • Calificación: 5 de 5 estrellas
    5/5
    Porterhouse, the college in which this comic novel is set, bears more than a nominal resemblance to a certain real Cambridge college counterpart. Anyone who has studied, or is studying, at Cambridge, either at graduate or undergraute level, should get hold of this book now, and place it at the top of their pile of books to read. Anyone who hasn't, who wants all their stereotypes about the place added to and re-inforced, and also to laugh deeply, should do the same.I haven't read a funnier book since Evelyn Waugh's Black Mischief, which I consider to be the best comic novel I have read. What is great about Porterhouse Blue is nearly everything, the plot, the piercing satire, the set piece events, the charicatures, and the exquisite farce. The book was written in the seventies, and is about an old-fashioned college which is set in its ways, which the new master is trying to reform. This is met with resistance by the fellows, and the subsequent goings-on, blunders, and scheming, make up the bulk of the plot. Of course, the colleges now aren't quite like how Porterhouse is portrayed in the book, but they were, and the vestiges of what is described by this book, in many of them, remain. What some of the best parts of the book owe their humour to is absurdity, but this absurdity never goes beyond what is believable, at a stretch, and what one could imagine taking place under the circumstances. The characters, despite being somewhat exaggerated, are still believably human, and it is the ability of the reader to empathise with them, and their place within the running farce, that contributes in part to what makes this book work. It is the Porter, who one would pass by each day without giving much thought, who stars here. This shows the reader what goes on in the parts of the college which an undergraduate would not normally see. It is predominantly about those who are senior members of the college, those who are in charge of the smooth daily running. The fact they are the ones who are subject to the ridiculous circumstances makes this all the funnier.
  • Calificación: 4 de 5 estrellas
    4/5
    Thirty years on this novel still seemed as funny as it was when I first read it. Porterhouse is one of the oldest of the Cambridge colleges, though its reputation is more for brawn than brain - while its students have dominated competition on the river they have fared increasing poorly in the examination hall. Now, in the mid 1970s and following the Fellows' failure to elect one themselves a new Master has been imposed by the Prime Minister in his capacity as The Visitor. His selection is Sir Godber Evans, a troublesome junior minister who is also an alumnus of the ollege. However, his time there was unhappy as he did not originate from the same wealthy background as most of his fellow students, who looked down upon him as a consequence. Now he sees his chance for revenge, and pledges to modernise the College and render it an egalitarian meritocracy. complete with female students (and Fellows!) and a condom dispenser!!!Sir Godber finds rigid competition from the incumbent Fellows, but also from Skullion, the College's Head Porter. Though Skullion had never himself enjoyed the privileges and advantages espoused by generations of students of Porterhouse, his loyalty to the College (for whom he has worked for more than forty years) is absolute! However, he is soon to find tht that loyalty may well have been misplaced.Meanwhile research student Zipser is beset by a powerful, indeed almost irresistible desire for his bedder, with disastrous consequences (which include the entirely unforeseen outcome of his attempt to dispose of 250 condoms).Farcical, ridiculous and utterly entertaining!
  • Calificación: 4 de 5 estrellas
    4/5
    The portrayal of Skullion is magnificent, and the plot is very funny. Even so, I find it slightly unpleasant to read in that Sharpe seems positively to dislike almost all his characters.

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