His gift for the English language turns a story of a young man, his valet and assorted family members and friends into a delightful tale.
Bertram Wooster narrates. He has just returned from a summer spent with his aunt and cousin in Cannes, when he is summoned to his aunt’s country home to give out awards at a school ceremony. In the meantime, he’s heard from an old school chum, Gussie Fink-Nottle who is a bit of a loner, spending all his time in the country studying newts.
Suddenly Gussie turns up in London, pining for a young lady, who turns out to be an acquaintance of Bertie’s. Soon they are all at the aunt’s country home and Bertie is hatching plans of matchmaking and match fixing for his cousin who has had a falling out with her fiancé, Tuppy Glossop. (Don’t you just love the names?)
And then there is Jeeves, the valet who always seems to know exactly what to do and whose every “Indeed, Sir” and “Might I inquire?” rattles old Bertie, who wants things his way, not according to Jeeves.
It’s all very funny gentility, told in English you just don’t hear these days (the book was written in 1934).
Though Bertie’s various schemes backfire on him, Jeeves manages to make everything work out in the end.
I don’t know that I could read three of these books in a row, but on occasion, they are a fun digression. I’d recommend any Wodehouse you happen across.