Please, please, please, squeeze this in. Not just this first in the series, but the whole Blandings lot (list below).
It’s heaven. The stories are full of joy and funniness and charm. And there’s a pig too. How’s that for style?
Evelyn Waugh said this of Wodehouse: “Mr Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.”
Of course everyone thinks of sex while watching ballet.
I thought this book was funny. I gave it to friends. Did they think it was funny?
But for me, it passed the Tickle Test. That’s to laugh out loud by page ten. Giggle will do. Snigger too. I got got at page six. Kind of a loud snort, which I’m going to allow under sniggering.
[Page six. In a important interview with a fat policewoman who’s gnawing Bar-B-Chew Barn ribs with barbecue sauce dripping on her name badge and trying to ascertain if Little is an accessory to murder:]