The month of May, as I’m sure you know, is merry. And this year, it was especially happy for the Reading group because we were looking at the great PG Wodehouse. It was joy and sunshine and light and I loved it. But as Reading group regular JudgeDamnNation pointed out, the opposite end of the spectrum also has its appeal:
“The further I get on with Psmith, the more impressed I am with the twists and turns, and even when you see them coming you have to admire the way it all comes together. As for the prose itself, it seems to me that Wodehouse’s style is almost a twin of Raymond Chandler: their way with words and metaphors is similarly unique yet always spot on, but while Chandler’s is acerbic and acid-tongued, Wodehouse is frothy and high-spirited. Maybe for next month we could drop from the jollities of Blandings into the murky depths of noir, with some Dashiell Hammett or James M Cain or something. Bit of a contrast, what?”
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