I just finished The Inimitable Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse. This is my first foray into the Peej's stories and i think it's safe to say that my curiosity has been satiated.
Although my conclusion's a bit backwards (having read Alexander McCall Smith's stuff first), I'd like to assert that the Portuguese Irregular Verbs series that I read earlier this summer is decidedly Wodehousian.
Anyway, The I.J. was 50c well spent at the Rockliffe Book Fair last fall.
The best things about Bertie Wooster are:
-his penchant for short forms ('I could feel the persp. starting on my forehead' and 'that was understandable, given the circs')
-his illuminating nicknames ("I took a sip of the fragrant and steaming")
-and also his love of flashy fasions: mauve shirts, purple socks, blinding cummerbunds, and jazz spats in Eton's trademark hues. (Life's better in colour; I'm with you on that one, Bertie, buddy.)
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