I have somehow allowed it to get to almost midnight without posting in celebration of the greatest comic writer ever born. (Yes, even greater than Dan Brown. Sir Pelham actually intended to be funny.) Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse was born on this day in 1881. If you’ve not read his books then you’re missing out on one of the finest delights in the English language. His stories of upper class England offer fine comedy, complicated plots, memorable characters and perhaps the world’s most famous valet. I can think of no other author whose works have brought me such untainted enjoyment and fun as P.G; his cast of blundering twits, wealthy Lords, intimidating aunts and a variety of fiancées, never cease to entertain. One should also note that he was, for some time, the scorer at that most august of institutions The Hollywood Cricket Club.
If I could advise on one book to read just to delight in fine humour and beautiful use of the English language it would be Thank You, Jeeves, or to break away from the more famous Wodehouse characters there is the highly entertaining Big Money. The ability to write books that delight and offer such a pleasurable escape from the stresses and pressures of everyday life set P.G Wodehouse as a class apart.