The romances of Bingo Little: Charlotte Corday Rowbotham (by Ken Clevenger)

‘Oh, Great Scott!’ I said. ‘Don’t tell me you’re in love again.’ He seemed aggrieved. ‘What do you mean– again?’ ‘Well, to my certain knowledge you’ve been in love with at least half a dozen girls since the spring, and it’s only July now. There was that waitress and Honoria Glossop and–‘ ‘Oh, tush! Not to say pish! Those girls? Mere passing fancies. This is the real thing.’ ‘Where did you meet her?’ ‘On top of a bus. Her name is Charlotte Corday Rowbotham. ‘ ‘My God!’ ‘It’s not her fault, poor child. Her father had her christened that because … Continue reading The romances of Bingo Little: Charlotte Corday Rowbotham (by Ken Clevenger)

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Aunts Aren’t Gentlemen

A response to the critic Emsworth Emsworth, that worthy critic with an equally worthy name, suggests “P.G. Wodehouse had hung on too long when he wrote The Cat-Nappers“ – The Cat-Nappers being an alias for the work known to British readers as Aunts Aren’t Gentlemen. Emsworth provides some good evidence that this 1974 work of a nonagenarian is not Wodehouse at his finest.  For those unacquainted with Emsworth’s excellent piece, I suggest reading it for yourself.  When my considered response (however unqualified I am to make it)  ran to half a page, I decided to post it here instead. Wodehouse … Continue reading Aunts Aren’t Gentlemen

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