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...wander through the sunlit gardens of that little Eden at Blandings or to guffaw as the omniscient Jeeves pulled addlepated Bertie Wooster out of the clutches of his Aunt Agatha or the local constabulary. Wodehouse addicts had their own favorite characters. The author himself confessed he bent toward Lord Emsworth, the daffy ninth Earl of Blandings, who spent most of his time escaping through the hedges from his domineering sister Constance or making sure that his beloved pig, the Empress of Blandings, won first prize at the local fair. Others, perhaps a majority, preferred the stories about Jeeves, who, with...
...what characters to cross them! Bertie and Jeeves; bumbling Lord Emsworth and the Empress of Blandings, his prize pig; the elegant sybarite Psmith, who believes that early rising leads to insanity; and that boozy American Biffen, who inspired one of the master's famous similes: "He quivered like a suet pudding in a high wind." Whatever it is, the Wodehouse formula is clearly simple-so simple that the secret will probably die with its creator...
...civilized world. Even the many who cannot stomach him have no option but to respond to the mere word Jeeves with a mental picture of a whole society; while to those who lap him up, a whole corner of mental life is occupied by such characters as Lord Emsworth, Lord ("Uncle Fred") Ickenham, Bertie Wooster, Mr. Mulliner, Psmith and that great Sheba of sows, "Empress of Blandings...
...Many a man may look respectable," says Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, himself the most respectable of cadgers, "and yet be able to hide at will behind a spiral staircase." Lord Emsworth opines: "Speak civilly to blondes, and they will speak civilly to you." And one of the deepest truths in all Wodehouse is expressed by the Oldest Member-a figure who sounds suspiciously like the author himself, now 69. "The true golfing spirit," says the Oldest Member. "That is what matters in this life...
Wodehouse's second novel since the war has all the nicely timed plotting and mock style of its many predecessors; its world, as usual, is a world all its own. Blandings Castle is the scene; present are Lord Emsworth, who resembles a heap of old clothes in the moonlight, his prize pig, his battle-ax of a sister and various featherbrained members of a younger generation intent on strategies of love. Full Moon lacks the fresh epithets and fruity exuberance of Wodehouse's most inventive stories, but its nitwitticisms will satisfy the addicted...