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I have a great weakness for P G Wodehouse. I can list all his faults, but they are all out-weighed by his virtues:
• He is funny.
• His plots are complex, but magically resolve on the last page, without apparent effort.
• His phrase making is unique.
• You always know what to expect.
• You find yourself wishing that you spoke like the characters in the books.
• You find yourself wishing that you dressed like the characters in the books.
• You find yourself wishing that you LIVED like the characters in the books. Even their most serious problems seem so trivial...
Need I outline the plot? Passive, helpless man, led astray by comic buffoon, falls in love with girl with grumpy father. Offends father. Devises ridiculous plot to win favour of same. All seems fine, until... I am sure you can imagine the rest.
There is a great essay concerning P G, by George Orwell, which can be found here. It deals with the rather sticky period of his life when he was tricked by the Nazis into handing them a propaganda coup. Proof that Jeeves never existed in real life: he would have come up with a brilliant ruse to solve the whole problem. Involving stealing Hitler's collection of silver salt shakers, no doubt, whilst avoiding the amorous attentions of Eva Braun.
Read with great verve and vigour by Mark Nelson, this solo recording captures all the charm and fun of the story. I was told by a compatriot that only an english voice would do for Wodehouse. He seemed rather surprised to be told that P G, for much of his life, was an American.