I’m usually not a fan of short stories, but My Man Jeeves hit the spot after my long and arduous trek through Gone with the Wind. I was first introduced to Jeeves and Wooster a few years ago when I read Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, so I knew something of what I was getting into. It turns out that I think the short story is the perfect vehicle by which to enjoy the antics of Bertie Wooster and his cadre of perpetually-in-the-soup friends and acquaintances. I have a terrible time keeping characters straight, so the reintroductions made necessary by the short story format were very helpful to me. One thing about this volume perplexed me, though–the appearance of two or three stories right in the middle with Reggie Pepper and his man, Voules, as the main characters. I didn’t expect that. This Wikipedia article sheds a little light on the subject, and for once, I wish I had read up on this volume a bit so I wouldn’t have had to pause to scratch my head in the middle of my reading. Another thing that came to me, rather forcefully this time, is how much Wodehouse’s style (particularly his way of sizing up a character in a few wry and pithy observations) reminds me of Richard Peck’s. Peck is a very prolific juvenile and YA author, and I’ve only read his historical fiction. I would dare to make an assumption here that anyone who enjoys Wodehouse would likely enjoy Peck. Of course, Peck’s works are decidedly American (and mostly about country kids), so there are many, many differences, but their styles are similar. Here are a few of Peck’s books that I’ve reviewed here at Hope Is the Word:
My favorites of his books are A Year Down Yonder and A Long Way from Chicago, both of which I read long before I started blogging.