It struck me that I’d seen all of the Jeeves and Wooster series, but I’d never actually cracked open one of Wodehouse’s books. Clearly, this needed to be rectified.
If you don’t know Jeeves, he’s the butler to a bit of a ditz called Bertie Wooster. Bertie thinks he’s the brains of the operation, but it’s always Jeeves who comes to the rescue when Bertie’s plans go awry. In this novel, we have relationships being weird everywhere — Bertie’s cousin breaks off an engagement over a tiff, a friend of his can’t talk to the woman he wants to marry without bringing up newts, and Bertie’s aunt loses her husband’s money at baccarat and can’t bring herself to ask for more. Bertie, in trying to help, makes it worse, but in the end it is all resolved in a properly oojah-cum-spiff way. I loved it.