‘There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, “Do trousers matter?”’
‘The mood will pass, sir.’
P.G. Wodehouse (WOOD-house) created a world without earthquakes, wars or dictators (except Roderick Spode whose ‘eye that could open an oyster at sixty paces’); where nothing mattered, except tidy trousers, and nothing broke, except engagements. He was a brilliant writer who cooked up similes like a master chef:
His legs wobbled like asparagus stalks.
She looked like a tomato struggling for self-expression.
Her face was shining like the seat of a bus-driver’s trousers.
Wodehouse published 90 books, writing until his death at 93 years. When asked about his technique he said ‘I just sit at a typewriter and curse a bit’. All his books make me happy, but my favourite is Right Ho, Jeeves, about Bertie Wooster and his valet, Jeeves, who is ‘so dashed competent in every respect’. The chapter where Gussie Fink-Nottle presents the prizes at a private school is a great example of slow-building comedy.
The sheer joy of stories which offer a world where things come right.– Sophie Ratcliffe (Wodehouse, Letters)