Sunday, 23 July 2017

“You know me, Jeeves”: Joy in the Morning by P.G. Wodehouse

It’s time again for my annual fix of P.G. Wodehouse. This time Bertie and Jeeves are at Steeple Bumpleigh, wrestling with and overcoming all manner of blots.

Wodehouse is one of the few authors for whom no words can do justice, for whom no accolades are too lofty. The man quite simply has no imitators.

You either read Wodehouse or you don’t. It’s as simple as that. 

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