Musings: Right Ho, Jeeves

Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse is one of the early full-length novels featuring Bertie Wooster and his unflappable valet, Jeeves.  The only other Wodehouse I've (tried to) read is The Man with Two Left Feet, a short story collection that I didn't really enjoy.  I laughed my way through this novel, though, so I am very excited that there is so much more in the Wooster and Jeeves pantheon for me to dig into.

Right Ho, Jeeves is a situational comedy.  Multiple friends and relatives of Wooster come to Jeeves for help with their troubles, and Wooster does his best to stick his own two cents in, often with less than stellar results.  I think this is probably the way every Jeeves and Wooster novel goes, so I don't think I would want to read them one right after another.  But this one hit the spot and made me snort on public transit and was just an utter delight.

In many ways, Bertie Wooster's narrative style reminded me of the one employed in Three Men in a Boat.  He is highly conversational with his audience and even more fabulous interacting with his friends and family.  He's also absolutely hilarious.  I loved all of his asides about his family, the way he described different people, and his internal dialogue about the various characters populating this novel.  And his whole lifestyle just fascinates me- here's a guy who can keep himself entertained:

The discovery of a toy duck in the soap dish, presumably the property of some former juvenile visitor, contributed not a little to this new and happier frame of mind. What with one thing and another, I hadn't played with toy ducks in my bath for years, and I found the novel experience most invigorating. For the benefit of those interested, I may mention that if you shove the thing under the surface with the sponge and then let it go, it shoots out of the water in a manner calculated to divert the most careworn.

 I say I laughed through the whole thing, but I can't find one real quote to share with you about how hilarious the book is because it's not really a one-liner thing.  It's more a contextual thing, and he keeps referencing back to things he mentioned earlier in the book, and it's all wonderful.  I just can't prove it to you, but I hope you take my word for it.  The graduation speech alone had me wiping away tears of laughter.  It's classic.  I hope to watch the TV version of this book so that I can see that scene brought to life.

One thing I found a little sad and probably would care more about if this had been a more serious novel was just how vocal Bertie's aunt is about how stupid she thinks he is.  Granted, her insults are quite colorful and entertaining, but she's very generous with them, and I couldn't help feeling just a little protective over my poor Bertie Wooster, who was just doing his best to help.

What's interesting in this book (and I imagine this holds true for the others as well) is that we don't get a great read on Jeeves.  We get to know Bertie really, really well, and we know how Jeeves stands in relation to him, but we don't get much insight into Jeeves himself.  It is probably for the best as I think we'd lose much of Jeeves' air of competence and mystery if we got inside his head.  But I wouldn't mind knowing just a little more about him.

Overall, a really fun and entertaining read.  I am very happy to have given this series a go, and look forward to the many stories awaiting me.