My Man Jeeves was published 100 years ago in May 1919. Jeeves–my man, you know–is really a most extraordinary chap. So capable. Honestly, I shouldn’t know what to do without him. On broader lines he’s like those chappies who sit … Continue reading A Centenary of My Man Jeeves
The residence of Mr. Peter Pett, the well-known financier, on Riverside Drive, is one of the leading eyesores of that breezy and expensive boulevard. As you pass by in your limousine, or while enjoying ten cents’ worth of fresh air … Continue reading A Centenary of Piccadilly Jim
Earlier this week, friends in the Wodehouse community were delighting over Arvind Swarup’s Pilgrimage to PG Wodehouse’s Gravestone in Remsenburg, New York. As it’s not a WordPress piece, I can’t “reblog it” here, but I urge you to have a look. The signpost (pictured above) was loving erected by The Wodehouse Society . One of the things I’ve enjoyed most about Plumtopia is the growing sense that I’m no longer alone in the world; it has been a great pleasure to make new friends, here and elsewhere, through a shared love of Wodehouse. And when my own pilgrimage to the … Continue reading Pilgrimage: The final resting place of PG Wodehouse
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