Right Ho, Jeeves – P. G. Wodehouse (1934)

This was my first venture into the world of Jeeves and Bertie Wooster – and I loved it. It’s so good when a reader comes across a book at just the exact right time and in the exact right mood.

Wodehouse was mentioned in the NF book that I was reading about the history of the English country house (where they had a lot of house parties) and since I would like to embrace the reading style of one book leading to another, this was a good way to start. (It was also a shortish volume so I know that I could finish it quite quickly before the end of the year if I liked it.)

Most people, I would imagine, have a vague familiarity with the duo of Jeeves and Bertie Wooster, but I had never actually read one of them before. (Nor have I seen their TV series either with Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry.) I wasn’t too sure if I would like the humor, but really, I enjoyed this whole book. (I have had a really good run on enjoyable titles lately – lucky.)

This was very, very English in an upper class 1930’s way – lots of “jolly hockey sticks”, “What ho?”, and big parties of idle rich people and their various machinations of trying to pair each other off. Not a deep and meaningful book by any means,  but as a funny and “palate-cleansing” read, this was fun and a fine intro to the works of Wodehouse. (How do you pronounce that, btw? Woodhouse? Woadhouse? Something else?)

Will definitely be reading more of Wodehouse in the future.