Wodehouse the GOAT

Wodehouse the GOAT

>Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoy's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city's reservoir, he turns to the cupboards, only to find the vodka bottle empty.

>Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

>I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

>"There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine."

>"There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, 'Do trousers matter?'"
>"The mood will pass, sir."

>She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when".

>Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, "So, you're back from Moscow, eh?

>Oh, Jeeves,' I said; 'about that check suit.'
>Yes, sir?'
>Is it really a frost?'
>A trifle too bizarre, sir, in my opinion.'
>But lots of fellows have asked me who my tailor is.'
>Doubtless in order to avoid him, sir.'
>He's supposed to be one of the best men in London.'
>I am saying nothing against his moral character, sir.

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  1. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    thanks anon, I never heard about this guy, will try to start with some short story, any recommendations?

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Start with Carry on Jeeves

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      To paraphrase some of my favorite lines,
      >He made a sound like GK Chesterton on a hot tin roof
      >She gazed at him like a cow gazes over a fence at a mangel-wurzel

      “Lord Emsworth and the Girl Friend” has been called the most perfect short story ever written.
      But it’s such light reading, even the novels go fast. I like Psmith, and all Blandings stories.

  2. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    >'Do trousers matter?'
    Submitting an ARC grant on this.

  3. 1 month ago
    Anonymouṡ

    Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

    The drowsy stillness of the afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G. K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.

    I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don’t know what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.

    “And she’s got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.”

    A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life’s gas-pipe with a lighted candle.

    It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo.

    The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

    “It was one of the dullest speeches I ever heard. The Agee woman told us for three quarters of an hour how she came to write her beastly book, when a simple apology was all that was required.”

    “You can’t be a successful Dictator and design women’s underclothing.”
    “No, sir.”
    “One or the other. Not both.”
    “Precisely, sir.”

    It isn’t often that Aunt Dahlia lets her angry passions rise, but when she does, strong men climb trees and pull them up after them.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >“You can’t be a successful Dictator and design women’s underclothing.”
      >“No, sir.”
      >“One or the other. Not both.”
      >“Precisely, sir.”
      Sorry fascists, I like looking at minges.

  4. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I mean these a witty, but its journalist tier not high literature

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      His prose is fantastic, and he is widely regarded as a great writer.

      The witticisms along with his prose and the gentleness of his settings makes Wodehouse a delight to read.

      Don't be cynical, give him a try.

  5. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I prefer Saki to Wodehouse, but I’ll concede Wodehouse was the better writer. Peak comfy whereas Saki is just a vicious, petty (literal) gay.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Same.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Then why do you prefer Saki?

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        Saki is basically a darker version of Wodehouse. Highly recommended reading.

  6. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Test

  7. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Like Wodehouse, me.

  8. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Love Wodehouse. Never seen him talked about here. I've read 3 of the Jeeves and Wooster books, anyone recommend any of his other stuff?

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      When in doubt, read some of the Psmith series and the Blanding series.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Only one book is allowed to be discussed here and it's Blood Meridian.

  9. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    If we didn’t let ESLs speak and corrupt our language we could have prose this sharp everywhere.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      It is a shame. Imagine if our everyday speak was that good.

  10. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Who is your favorite of Bertie's idiot friends?

    For me it's Gussy Fink-Nottle.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      I like Bingo Little.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >Who is your favorite of Bertie's idiot friends?
      That would be Jeeves.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Roderick Spode. He is a parody of Oswald Mosley.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      How about Bertie's would-be wives? Stiffy is my favorite:
      >The thrust was a keen one, but Stiffy came back strongly. ‘Don’t be an ass, Oates. You can’t expect a dog to pass up a policeman on a bicycle. It isn’t human nature. And I’ll bet you started it, anyway. You must have teased him, or something, and I may as well tell you that I intend to fight this case to the House of Lords. I shall call this gentleman as a material witness.’ She turned to me, and for the first time became aware that I was no gentleman, but an old friend. ‘Oh, hallo, Bertie.’

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