The Inimitable Jeeves by P. G . Wodehouse

This book was precisely what I needed to read about a month ago. The days were cold and depressingly grey and, in my opinion, there is no better antidote to the winter blues than spending some time in Bertie’s sunlit world.

The Inimitable Jeeves by P. G. Wodehosue

Having read the last of the nine Jeeves and Wooster novels a few months ago, I now turned to one of the short story collections for my P. G. Wodehouse fix. The Inimitable Jeeves has some classic Bertie Wooster tales, a lot of them are often referenced in the novels, as Bertie always likes to reminisce. Like, for example the famous, or infamous, incident with Sir Roderick Glossop and the cats in Bertie’s bedroom. It was also nice to finally see how Bingo Little eventually got married (after falling in love with half a dozen girls in about a year).

All in all, this was another blissful sojourn in Bertie and Jeeves’ world, and just like every other time before, it was full of laughs and precious words of wisdom. If you haven’t read and any Jeeves and Wooster stories yet, please do!

Aunts aren’t Gentlemen by P. G. Wodehouse

And so, I finished Aunts aren’t Gentlemen, the last of the Jeeves and Wooster novels. Once again, I found myself in the perfect, sunlit world of P. G. Wodehouse and enjoyed a heavy dose of Englishness and Bertie Wooster’s philosophy.

I’ll never get tired of saying this: no matter how sad/grumpy/lonely I’m feeling these novels never fail to life my spirits. I suspect it has something to do with the beautiful, elegant writing and the funny stories where nothing really bad ever happens, and even if it does, Jeeves sorts it out in the end.

It’s a bit upsetting that I have no more Jeeves and Wooster novels to read, I’ve been reading one every few months for the past couple of years. Thankfully, I have three collections of short stories featuring the adventures of my soulmate and his gentleman’s gentleman. Plus, I suspect that the books will still be enjoyable as re-reads for when I want a Wooster fix. (I’ve been thinking that in the second time around I won’t be lazy and I will actually write down all the sage words of Bertie Wooster (the man’s wisdom knows no limits) to form a -slightly- silly guide to life.) Not to mention the dvds of the tv series with Fry & Laurie, a beloved birthday present from The Boy last year.

I think I’ll include the first volume of short stories, The Inimitable Jeeves, in my Readathon list. I can’t think of a book better suited to keeping me awake and in a good mood in the wee hours. (A bit of a tangent here, but have you signed up yet? If not, I suggest that you do so immediately, it’s really fun!) And I know P. G. Wodehouse wrote lots and lots of other novels, do you have any favourites to recommend?

Bookmarked: Aunts aren’t Gentlemen by P. G. Wodehouse

Bertie Wooster will never fail to make me smile…

“After about ten hours of restful sleep I sprang from between the sheets, leaped to the bathroom, dressed with a song on my lips and headed for the breakfast table like a two-year-old. I had cleaned up the eggs and b., and got the toast and marmalade down the hatch to the last crumb with all the enthousiasm of a tiger of the jungle tucking into its ration of coolie, and was smoking a soothing cigarette, when the telephone rang and Aunt Dahlia’s voice came booming over the wire.”

-p. 36 from Aunts aren’t Gentlemen by P. G. Wodehouse

Teaser Tuesdays: Jeeves in the Offing by P.G. Wodehouse

“When Reason returned to its throne, I found that Bobbie, no doubt feeling after that resounding crash that she was better elsewhere, had left me and that I was closely entangled in the chair, my position being in some respects similar to that of Kipper Herring when he got both legs wrapped round his neck in Switzerland. It seemed improbable that I would ever get loose without the aid of powerful machinery.”

Jeeves in the Offing by P.G. Wodehouse page 79.

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.  Anyone can play along!

Just do the following:

  • Grab your current read
  • Open to a random page
  • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
  • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
  • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

Thank you, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse

Ok, so I had a suspicion that I would like this book, both Michelle and Emily have raved about this author. Well they were right, I loved it! It is such a lovely, funny, entertaining book I would recommend it to absolutely everyone… This was my first P.G. Wodehouse novel and now I want to read everything he has ever written! His writing style is superb, really, it’s like every word is exactly the right one and every phrase is so elegant…

Bertie Wooster is adorable, I especially enjoyed the way he talks about himself or the Woosters in general, it was endearing and very funny. Apparently he has a habit of getting himself into absurd mix-ups, which make for very enjoyable reading. Bertie’s life is complicated by the people that surround him, like the overzealous police men who kept harassing him due to his ‘unorthodox’ choices of places to sleep. Of course, Jeeves is amazing, so wise and insightful and proper, he is the ultimate problem-solver. With chapter titles like ‘The butter situation’ and ‘Development of the butter situation’ this is truly a hilarious book about rather silly situations that will definitely make you laugh. But it’s not just that it’s funny. There’s a certain ‘englishness’ about Bertie’s and Jeeves’ world that’s comforting and heartwarming. One of the reviews on the cover of my copy mentions that P.G. Wodehouse should be prescribed to treat depression and I couldn’t agree more!

On every other page there were probably half a dozen of phrases that I wanted to write down… Here are a few:

“I was a shade perturbed. Nothing to signify, really, but still just a spot concerned. As I sat in the old flat, idly touching the strings of my banjolele, an instrument to which I had become greatly addicted of late, you couldn’t have said that the brow was actually furrowed, and yet, on the other hand, you couldn’t have stated absolutely that it wasn’t.”

“… Kept calling me ‘Sir’ too, which struck me as dashed silly. I mean, if you’re asking a fellow to come out of a room so that you can dismember him with a carving knife, it’s absurd to tack a ‘Sir’ on to every sentence. The two things don’t go together.”

“You can’t rattle Jeeves. Where scullerymaids had had hysterics and members of the Peerage had leaped and quivered, he simply regarded me with respectful serenity and, after a civil good morning, went on with the job in hand. He is a fellow who likes to do things in their proper order.”

“In this world, Jeeves, you can do one of two things. You can set yourself up as a final authority on whether your fellow man is sane or not, or you can go blacking your face and getting put in potting-sheds. You cannot do both.”