The August and Venerable Golf Club of St Magnus is in trouble. In an ancient deed, the Secretary discovers that the clubhouse and land will revert to Janet, the fishmonger’s daughter, if, on her eighteenth birthday, she is still a virgin. The birthday is imminent, and the Secretary decides to take matters into his own hands.
As the day of reckoning draws near, suitors, snakes, Sanskrit, fish, tsunamis, the Kama Sutra, secret tunnels, Japanese reporters, the halls of Harmonia, and the fated footsteps of true love, twist and wind towards their surprising soft-breathed Scottish apocalypse.
� A wry, hilarious comedy of manners with more coils than an Indian python.
Michael Tobert has spent many weeks in search of the elusive (to him) racket-tailed drongo. Although he may once have spotted a characteristic feather poking out through the leaves of an Ashoka tree, he recognises that the light in the Indian jungle can play strange tricks.
Michael Tobert’s books have been either literary, historical or humorous (or a combination of all three). Frequently overlapping these categories, has been his deep interest in India.
Before he started writing, Michael went to Oxford University, started a publishing company of sorts and later studied the great Indian epic, the Mahabharata, at the University of Edinburgh.
He lives in Scotland where he and his wife have built a Montessori nursery school at the bottom of their garden. While she nurtures the children, he scythes the nettles and whispers encouragement to the wild flowers.