A large pile of Wodehouse novels
Strewn over my desk and floor was the result of a few weeks of feeling none-too-fit. So, I'm going to jot a note about all of 'em in a big entry, because otherwise I'll never find my corkscrew.
Psmith is always a pleasure to meet, and in this book, part two of the complete novel Mike, we meet him for the first time.
A very early book, where Wodehouse apparently still wasn't sure whether he was writing humor or straight novels. It's fun, but one of the most date Wodehouses.
The book with the immortal scene where Wooster, masquerading as Fink-Nottle teaches aunt-pecked Haddock a hunting song using the port decanter a a baton.
One of my favorites -- a Valley Fields book.
A new addition to my collection -- a collection of golf stories from the time when the clubs still had names.
Not part of a series, but a nice country-house romp from the middle period, made better by the appearance of Augustus Robb, who is everything a personal man shouldn't be, including impertinent and a reformed house breaker.
No, definitely not... And no respect for a convalescent youngster either.
Jeeves on a holiday, which leaves Bertie nicely in the soup,
I've never been able to read this one end-to-end. If there's such a thing as a boring Wodehouse novel, then this is it.
A classic collection of shorts -- with the great tale of the hats that have gone through the fourth dimension, and the wooing of Mordred.