They say never judge a book by its cover. I always say never judge a book by its DVD. Let's just say that if first impressions were the best, I would have lost out on a wonderful author. I came across P.G.Wodehouse first, in my English school book. A story named "The Prize Poem" , which was frankly unappealing to previously non-Wodehouse-enlightened teenagers.
A couple of years later, I read a book of his. Don't ask me what made me pick it, I come across my favourite series in weird ways like this. But there it is. I borrowed one. And I am sorry to say I don't remember which one. Though I have only read a handful of his books so far, I can't remember which one it was. But he is now one of my favourite authors.
What I adored about his style, was the effortless unraveling of seemingly complex plots, and a type of writing that has come to be associated with Wodehouse himself - 'a comedy of errors'. Oh how I loved the way you start off with everybody as they are, and learning about their character. And then, a few chapters later, you look back, and are astonished at how much has happened, and how many subplots have sneakily come up, and how many things you now have to keep track of as the plot progresses.
Big Money was one of my favourites- how money makes men do things they rather wouldn't, and then they end up - as they call it - in quite a pickle. Piccadilly Jim was also a great read, with romance and hilarity. Two people fall for each other, but cannot recall how they had previously met and clashed wills in a singularly horrible incidence. When the young man remembers, but decides not to bring it up, and then when he goes into the girl's household disguised as 'himself' , and in a week ends up in a jam such that half of the household knows his 'double-bluff', while a quarter thinks he is 'single-bluffing' (if there's such a term...but you know what I mean), and the remaining quarter is hopelessly ignorant of the rampant confusion in the remainder of the house concerning this young man's identity.
A Damsel In Distress, and The Luck of the Bodkins were other stitch-in-the-side-inducing novels. I do not wish to go into their stories, because I might destroy the experience for you. If you haven't read PG Wodehouse before, trust me when I say it is hard to repeat his stories with the exact amount of humour that he so effortlessly succeeds in bringing out, and for those who have already read him- you know what I mean. :)
Oh, I only wish Wodehouse would have written series of detective stories also. Him being a stickler for details and plot development would have been an awesome help. But, of course, detective stories are not known for making you laugh out loud, so there's nothing in that.
It takes me a longer time to read his books than it does other novels of the same length. I haven't figured out why yet - is it his style, which is quite different from those I read usually, or is it the language, or is it just too soon to tell, because I have read so few of his books? I wish I could get more, and wish I could read more of that. Am planning to catch up on all the 'wishing' this year after school gets over.
Tasting the 'jam' and the 'pickle',
--Sunny ☼☼
A couple of years later, I read a book of his. Don't ask me what made me pick it, I come across my favourite series in weird ways like this. But there it is. I borrowed one. And I am sorry to say I don't remember which one. Though I have only read a handful of his books so far, I can't remember which one it was. But he is now one of my favourite authors.
What I adored about his style, was the effortless unraveling of seemingly complex plots, and a type of writing that has come to be associated with Wodehouse himself - 'a comedy of errors'. Oh how I loved the way you start off with everybody as they are, and learning about their character. And then, a few chapters later, you look back, and are astonished at how much has happened, and how many subplots have sneakily come up, and how many things you now have to keep track of as the plot progresses.
Big Money was one of my favourites- how money makes men do things they rather wouldn't, and then they end up - as they call it - in quite a pickle. Piccadilly Jim was also a great read, with romance and hilarity. Two people fall for each other, but cannot recall how they had previously met and clashed wills in a singularly horrible incidence. When the young man remembers, but decides not to bring it up, and then when he goes into the girl's household disguised as 'himself' , and in a week ends up in a jam such that half of the household knows his 'double-bluff', while a quarter thinks he is 'single-bluffing' (if there's such a term...but you know what I mean), and the remaining quarter is hopelessly ignorant of the rampant confusion in the remainder of the house concerning this young man's identity.
A Damsel In Distress, and The Luck of the Bodkins were other stitch-in-the-side-inducing novels. I do not wish to go into their stories, because I might destroy the experience for you. If you haven't read PG Wodehouse before, trust me when I say it is hard to repeat his stories with the exact amount of humour that he so effortlessly succeeds in bringing out, and for those who have already read him- you know what I mean. :)
Oh, I only wish Wodehouse would have written series of detective stories also. Him being a stickler for details and plot development would have been an awesome help. But, of course, detective stories are not known for making you laugh out loud, so there's nothing in that.
It takes me a longer time to read his books than it does other novels of the same length. I haven't figured out why yet - is it his style, which is quite different from those I read usually, or is it the language, or is it just too soon to tell, because I have read so few of his books? I wish I could get more, and wish I could read more of that. Am planning to catch up on all the 'wishing' this year after school gets over.
Tasting the 'jam' and the 'pickle',
--Sunny ☼☼
