Mismatch

In Competition No. 2943 you were invited to submit a review of a well-known work of literature that has been written by a comically inappropriate reviewer.

Honourable mentions go to Nicholas Stone and John O’Byrne, who let Donald Trump loose on The Odyssey and Brave New World. Jane Moth and Frank Upton also caught my eye. The winners take £25; the bonus fiver is Bill Greenwell’s.
 

As far as one can see, Mr Kafka’s preliminary disquisition on jurisprudence, entitled The Trial, is a masterly collocation of facts and opinions, skilfully edited together, with all the administrative detail very finely observed, and the ipso facto very well distinguished from the post hoc ergo propter hoc, while the amusements are kept to a respectable minimum, as befits the deliberative character of the officials who are responsible for the responsible offices, all of which are perfectly in keeping with what one would expect in such a very particular case as this, and it is in its very particular particularity that Mr Kafka hits the appropriate nail on the appropriate head, striking downwards rather than upwards with decisive and vigorous determination, in such a way that I for one would be more than pleased to see further chapters the author may write on this subject, in continuance of the theme.
Sir Humphrey Appleby: The Trial/Bill Greenwell
 
Animal Farm? It may be a ‘modern classic’ but George Orwell don’t know a blummin’ thing about agriculture. I’ve been a farmer in Ambridge all me life — and suffered the Farmer’s Lung to prove it — but I never seen no livestock as could take over and run a farm. Fair enough, pigs is clever animals, but I’ve never kept one as could haggle with a feed rep, leave alone drive a tractor or do the accounts: no hands, see? The Prof down at The Bull reckons as Orwell’s on about Russia, but I says he’s having me on; none of the animals is called Boris and there’s no mention of them furry hats they all has thereabouts.