Not quate (sic) as the sand in the Civilization’s Spinach,
Not quate (sic) like the lunatic furies of the Royal Baronets,
But rather like words slipping from a tongue lubricated by unaccustomed Bollinger,
Pours out the words from a Master Storyteller.
What Ho!
The one author whose works I immensely love is that of P.G. Wodehouse. Stephen Fry has rightly said, “You don’t analyse such sunlit perfection, you just bask in its warmth and splendour.” Well, so much I loved the ‘Summer Moonshine’ that I got sun-tanned. It’s not every day you come across authors whose work you genuinely like. Some authors are heavily recommended, some authors are impinged upon you, some of them are forced down your gullet while there are few to which you are attracted like iron to magnets, zits to beautiful faces or flies to a zero watt bulb. And Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse is one of those authors. Whether it is Jeeves, Bertie Wooster, Blandings or Buckstone Abbott, you have to admit it that they all are inimitable.
Reading P.G. sets me in such a languor that no amount of frenetic activity or any nerve chilling situation is ever gonna wake me out of the pleasurable stupor. He is a man of words, no doubt about that, but his prose is so lyrical that it feels that you are not reading a novel but listening to a melodious and humorous song which has been sung by a genial and kind old man.
Though ‘Blandings Castle’ is my favorite and I adore the fat, chubby and stinky Empress, the pig, I must say ‘Summer Moonshine’ is indeed a delighting piece. Set of course in the rural country, where a Sir Buckstone Abbott, fallen on tough times, had to take in lodgers in his grotesque stately home ‘Walsingford Hall’, this tale has all the vital elements necessary for a great reading – humor, romance, true grit (!!!!!) and a dash of sacrifice. Words effortlessly trickle down the ocean called P.G. Wodehouse leaving you chuckling and amused at the plight of his characters.
P.G. Wodehouse indeed believes in the epicurean motto of ‘Eat, Drink and be Merry.’ One thing that I observed while reading his books is that they indeed transport you to quite a different universe where problems are petty, love is always in the air, Baronets are whimsical, short-tempered and quixotic, there has to be a pond in your stately home where you can swim and you can never do without your butlers!
I think that’s why I love the Harry Potter books, the Michael Crichton thrillers and the balmy books by P.G. Wodehouse- they suck me in their world.
Alienman 