Book review: ‘The Jeeves Omnibus, vol. 3’ by P.G. Wodehouse

As you’d probably guess, volume 3 of The Jeeves Omnibus continues in very much the same vein as volumes 1 and 2: lots of what-ho-ing, unlikely predicaments, and fearsome aunts.

Unfortunately, the first part of this collection comprises a short Jeeves novel in which his boss, Bertie Wooster, does not appear. Most of the enjoyment of Jeeves stories, it seems to me, is that they are narrated in the first person by the well-meaning but dim Wooster. So, an opportunity (and formula) wasted. But the rest of this collection is exactly what you might have come to expect, if you’ve encountered this sort of thing before:

The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say “When!”

If you don’t find that sort of thing funny, this book is probably not for you. (But, if you don’t find that sort of thing funny, there’s probably little hope for you.)