Wrong season, I know. But this little book is by one of my ~ no, scratch that ~ my favorite go-to author when I want a chuckle, the great P.G. Wodehouse (1881-1975), creator of the dexterous and proficient Jeeves and, of course, the perpetually bemused Bertie Wooster. It is British humor at its very best, IMHO. Not the Benny Hill, Monty Python's Flying Circus kind, but the ... well, the P.G. Wodehouse, To the Manor Born kind. It's very particular and charmingly self-deprecating and perfectly illustrated by the man himself in the first paragraph of his preface to this tome, in which he unabashedly states the following:
"A certain critic—for such men, I regret to say, do exist—made the nasty remark about my last novel that it contained 'all the old Wodehouse characters under different names.' He has probably by now been eaten
by bears, like the children who made mock of the prophet Elisha: but if he still survives he will not be able to make a similar charge against Summer Lightning. With my superior intelligence, I have outgeneralled the man this time by putting in all the old Wodehouse characters under the same names. Pretty silly it will make him feel, I rather fancy." ... See what I mean?
CHAPTER 1
Trouble Brewing at Blandings
I
Blandings Castle slept in the sunshine. Dancing little ripples of heat-mist played across its smooth lawns and stone-flagged terraces. The air was full of the lulling drone of insects. It was that gracious hour of a summer afternoon, midway between luncheon and tea, when Nature seems to unbutton its waistcoat and put its feet up.
In the shade of a laurel bush outside the back premises of this stately home of England, Beach, butler to Clarence, ninth Earl of Emsworth, its proprietor, sat sipping the contents of a long glass and reading a weekly paper devoted to the doings of Society and the Stage. His attention had just been arrested by a photograph in an oval border on one of the inner pages: and for perhaps a minute he scrutinized this in a slow, thorough, pop-eyed way, absorbing its every detail. Then, with a fruity chuckle, he took