I was feeling both under the weather and down in the dumps, so I reached for a Wodehouse book.
And this one, from 1935, is top notch. This ticks along like extremely complicated clockwork in an almost hypnotic manner. There’s three (3) romances that have to come true, and there’s also a pearl necklace to be smuggled. Naturally Wodehouse goes through all permutations possible for various catastrophes, and it’s all very, very amusing.
It may also be Wodehouse’s longest novel? I’m not sure, but at 360 pages, it’s up there, at least. And I’m not surprised at all that Wodehouse cut it down for US release, because it’s perhaps, er, more than is advised for this kind of thing. It’s not boring for a single moment, but at the same time, you can’t help thinking “well, OK, OK” at the nineteenth plot twist/complication.
But you can’t really blame Wodehouse for not limiting himself when he’s got a good thing going.
The Luck of the Bodkins (1935) by P. G. Wodehouse (buy used, 4.06 on Goodreads)