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4.22 AVERAGE
4.22 AVERAGE
" Измъкнах ръка изпод завивките и звъннах на Джийвс.
- Добър вечер, Джийвс.
- Добро утро, сър.
Това ме изненада.
- Утро?
- Да, сър.
- Сигурен ли си? Вижда ми се тъмновато.
- Има мъгла, сър. Ако благоволите да си спомните, сега е есен - сезон на мъглите и котката родитба.
- На кое?
- На мъглите, сър, и на кротката родитба. така се е изразил по повод на този сезон поетът Кийтс в своята ода "Към есента".
- Ъ? А, да, разбирам. Това ще ти попречи ли да ми донесеш една чаша от твоя специалитет?
- Готов е, сър, и чака в хладилника."
- Добър вечер, Джийвс.
- Добро утро, сър.
Това ме изненада.
- Утро?
- Да, сър.
- Сигурен ли си? Вижда ми се тъмновато.
- Има мъгла, сър. Ако благоволите да си спомните, сега е есен - сезон на мъглите и котката родитба.
- На кое?
- На мъглите, сър, и на кротката родитба. така се е изразил по повод на този сезон поетът Кийтс в своята ода "Към есента".
- Ъ? А, да, разбирам. Това ще ти попречи ли да ми донесеш една чаша от твоя специалитет?
- Готов е, сър, и чака в хладилника."
I work in a bookstore and naturally I am privy to the tastes and interests of a lot of people. P. G Wodehouse is a popular buy, especially amongst the elderly crowd. I decided to give him a go, even though I didn't know very much about him or his work and see what the fuss was all about. Little was I prepared to so thoroughly enjoy it. Douglas Adams was said to be heavily influenced by P.G Wodehouse, and after reading The Code of the Woosters, it's not hard to see where Adams attained some of his style from. Wodehouse prose is a delight. It's clean, crisp and I found myself chuckling out loud at a number of passages. Admittedly, the situations and characters have all been done ad nauseum since its publication, but if you're prepared not to take it too seriously, it's a lot of fun and a pleasure to read.
There must be something wrong with my sense of humour. I just can't understand the gushing over Wodehouse and how very funny his writing supposedly is. It was amusing, with clever human observation, and certainly better than the television production of the same, but I'm at a loss as to where this celebrated wit is meant to come in. Ah well! At least I tried!
No one weaves a plot like Wodehouse. Also, if you have a cow creamer, guard it with your life.
The 2012 re-read:
Aunt Dahlia dispatches Bertie to Totleigh Towers to purlorn a silver cow creamer coveted by his uncle Tom from Sir Watkyn Basset. Unfortunately, Bertie has his work cut out for him in the form of Stiffy Byng and Madeline Basset. Can Bertie escape with the cow creamer without winding up married to either woman?
This is my second reading of Code of the Woosters and I can definitely say there is a reason I've been recommending it to people for the better part of a decade. P.G. Wodehouse was in mid-season form when he chiseled this masterpiece out of a block of stone. The Code of the Woosters should be handed out in writing classes as a prime example of how to orchestrate a plot. The twists are perfectly timed so the jaw-droppingest moments happen at the end of chapters.
The writing is superb and Wodehouse moves his characters through the scenery like a master puppeteer. Gussie Fink-Nottle, that "ghastly gob of gorgonzola," makes his return, still bethrothed(ish) to Madeline Basset and is just as quirky. Who else would think to put newts in the bathtub after breaking an aquariam? La Basset is the same as she was in the previous volume. I'm not sure if Stiffy Byng or Stinker Pinker make appearances in other volumes but they are quite memorable here. Roderick Spode is by far the best supporting character of the book, though, a facist who cowers whenever someone mentions "Eulalie," the meaning of which is not clear until the end. As always, the narrative is a minefield of hilarious similes.
The plot meanders all over Totleigh Towers. Like most Jeeves stories, Bertie gets himself deeper and deeper into the soup, the plot encircling such props as the aforementioned cow creamer, a notebook, and a policeman's helmet. As I mentioned before, the reversals of fortune are impecably timed.
I could go on and on about this book. Suffice to say, it's an easy five and my go-to recommendation for people who want to give P.G. Wodehouse a shot. They didn't make an episode of the phenomenal BBC Jeeves and Woosters series starring Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie out of it for nothing!
The 2012 re-read:
Aunt Dahlia dispatches Bertie to Totleigh Towers to purlorn a silver cow creamer coveted by his uncle Tom from Sir Watkyn Basset. Unfortunately, Bertie has his work cut out for him in the form of Stiffy Byng and Madeline Basset. Can Bertie escape with the cow creamer without winding up married to either woman?
This is my second reading of Code of the Woosters and I can definitely say there is a reason I've been recommending it to people for the better part of a decade. P.G. Wodehouse was in mid-season form when he chiseled this masterpiece out of a block of stone. The Code of the Woosters should be handed out in writing classes as a prime example of how to orchestrate a plot. The twists are perfectly timed so the jaw-droppingest moments happen at the end of chapters.
The writing is superb and Wodehouse moves his characters through the scenery like a master puppeteer. Gussie Fink-Nottle, that "ghastly gob of gorgonzola," makes his return, still bethrothed(ish) to Madeline Basset and is just as quirky. Who else would think to put newts in the bathtub after breaking an aquariam? La Basset is the same as she was in the previous volume. I'm not sure if Stiffy Byng or Stinker Pinker make appearances in other volumes but they are quite memorable here. Roderick Spode is by far the best supporting character of the book, though, a facist who cowers whenever someone mentions "Eulalie," the meaning of which is not clear until the end. As always, the narrative is a minefield of hilarious similes.
The plot meanders all over Totleigh Towers. Like most Jeeves stories, Bertie gets himself deeper and deeper into the soup, the plot encircling such props as the aforementioned cow creamer, a notebook, and a policeman's helmet. As I mentioned before, the reversals of fortune are impecably timed.
I could go on and on about this book. Suffice to say, it's an easy five and my go-to recommendation for people who want to give P.G. Wodehouse a shot. They didn't make an episode of the phenomenal BBC Jeeves and Woosters series starring Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie out of it for nothing!
Only the third Wodehouse book I've read in the last decade. That's a crime and it won't happen again.
I'm not sure anyone ever plotted better. Or was as consistently funny. Or named characters better.
Impromptu off-the-top-of-my-head character naming-author ranking:
1. Dickens
2. Wodehouse
3. Terry Pratchett
4. No one else I can think of that's anywhere close. Tolkien had some good ones. Lloyd Alexander.
Took a month off from Discworld audiobooks to listen to this, narrated by Jonathan Cecil. Top-tier narration.
I'm not sure anyone ever plotted better. Or was as consistently funny. Or named characters better.
Impromptu off-the-top-of-my-head character naming-author ranking:
1. Dickens
2. Wodehouse
3. Terry Pratchett
4. No one else I can think of that's anywhere close. Tolkien had some good ones. Lloyd Alexander.
Took a month off from Discworld audiobooks to listen to this, narrated by Jonathan Cecil. Top-tier narration.
Who knew a silver cow creamer could wreak such havoc?
An enjoyable romp.
An enjoyable romp.
Bertie Wooster is having a heck of a time, and not a good one at that. His life seems to be in disarray and seemingly everything that can go wrong will...especially when it involves the infamous cow creamer.
This book is a fun, quick read with almost no point whatsoever. It has a quaint charm and gives the reader a look into the life of this vast array of characters, and when I say characters I mean characters. The only one who appears to have any sort of sense is the butler Jeeves...and he can only counteract so much ridiculousness.
This book is a fun, quick read with almost no point whatsoever. It has a quaint charm and gives the reader a look into the life of this vast array of characters, and when I say characters I mean characters. The only one who appears to have any sort of sense is the butler Jeeves...and he can only counteract so much ridiculousness.
Every single sentence Wodehouse writes is perfectly put together to maximize the hilariousness of the situation. Which is somehow still hilarious, even more than seventy years later.
funny
lighthearted