Monday, 25 February 2013

Right Ho, Jeeves (Jeeves #6)

Paperback, 224 pages
Published November 3rd 2006 by Hard Press (first published October 5th 1934)

140690483X (ISBN13: 9781406904833)
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Right Ho, Jeeves

Has Jeeves Finally Lost His Grip? When Jeeves suggest dreamy, soulful Gussie Fink-Nottle don scarlet tights and a false beard in his bid to capture the affections of soppy Madeline Basset, Wooster decides matters have definitely got out of hand. Especially when it comes to a disagreement over a certain white mess jacket with brass buttons. Taking Jeeves off the case, he embarks on a little plan of his own to bring Madeline and Gussie together. But when things go disastrously wrong who can Bertie turn to in his hour of need but Jeeves?

My Review-
"You know how it is with some girls. They seem to take the stuffing right out of you. I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower."

Really who is the master here? Bertie, or Jeeves? I know its Bertie right.But still who is the master here? Bertie’s idiocy or Jeeves’s solutions? There is a tough fight for the title of the master I tell you. It’s so not possible not to hate a Wodehouse book like this which is so rich on jokes like this. When I think of this book what comes alive in my mind is a high class elite party with equally stupid people making sarcastic jokes on one another.

Right Ho, Jeeves is chaos. All Jeeves books are but still, here it attains a completely different level. The chaos and the confusion initiate a period of rolling on the floor. The chain of miscommunications and misunderstandings is predictable but doesn’t stop you from reading this one. The romantic angle is still there and that does not make it a romantic comedy. The humor is as usual classic and slapstick.

"Even at normal times Aunt Dahlia's map tended a little towards the crushed strawberry. But never had I seen it take on so pronounced a richness as now. She looked like a tomato struggling for self-expression."
After that, how can one not want to read a book like this?

Reading a Wodehouse book with a chilled tall glass of juice on a summery Sunday afternoon is my new idea of a perfect holiday


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