Now free for all to read... I'm a fan of the humourist author PG Wodehouse, and have occasionally visited places connected with his life and work. Here are four of them:
New at my Patreon... I'm a fan of the humourist author PG Wodehouse, and have occasionally visited places connected with his life and work. Here are four of them:
The end of Daylight Saving Time last night emphasised that it's definitely Autumn here, but happily it's ALWAYS Springtime at Blandings and Uncle Fred in Springtime is the perfect mood lifter for the newly dark autumn nights. #AmReading@bookstodon#Wodehouse
Dennis Romano's "VENICE - The Remarkable History of the Lagoon City" was a remarkable read: 600 pages to cover 1200 years of political cupidity. Very glad I read it, but in need of a palate cleanser. And of course, "palate cleanser" is spelled with THREE letters
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So even though it's Autumn not Spring up here near the top of the world, this is my current read
Mark Twain may have described #golf as a good walk spoiled, but that may be because he never had the unmitigated joy of reading #Wodehouse write about the game #AmReading#PGW#Classic@bookstodon
PG Wodehouse knew how to deal with wannabe fascists like Trump. In this extract from his 1938 novel The Code of the Woosters, Bertie Wooster tells 'amateur dictator' Roderick Spode some much-needed home truths:
This is cool - the artificial island next to Docklands Library now has a nesting black swan in residence. I anticipate going "Awwww" at too-cute cygnets soon. Possibly followed by running from an aggrieved parent swan (shades of the PG Wodehouse short story, Jeeves and the Impending Doom!).
It's not often that I get a hankering for some pre-war, English upper-class wit and banter. But when I do Wodehouse fills that niche nicely. The Prince and Betty starts a bit slow, but picks up and earns itself 4/5 stars 😁
And here's another fun bit of Wodehouse, from 'The Mating Season':
‘Still,’ I said, feeling that it was worth trying, ‘it’s part of the great web, what?’
‘Great web?’
‘One of Marcus Aurelius’s cracks. He said: “Does aught befall you? It is good. It is part of the destiny of the Universe ordained for you from the beginning. All that befalls you is part of the great web.”’
From the brusque manner in which he damned and blasted Marcus Aurelius, I gathered that, just as had happened when Jeeves sprang it on me, the gag had failed to bring balm. I hadn’t had much hope that it would.
I doubt, as a matter of fact, if Marcus Aurelius’s material is ever the stuff to give the troops at a moment when they have just stubbed their toe on the brick of Fate. You want to wait till the agony has abated.
I'm not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare—or, if not, it's some equally brainy lad—who says that it's always just when a chappie is feeling particularly top-hole, and more than usually braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with a bit of lead piping. There's no doubt the man's right. It's absolutely that way with me.
I am dining at a bistro outside the Lyon city centre, and never before have I so keenly felt the weight of this marvellous opening line by PG Wodehouse:
“Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.”
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