Read May 2003
There's not much to report here. Either you find Wodehouse enjoyable light (very light!) reading, or you find him insufferable (and a serial copier of his own work, to boot—as he himself shamelessly acknowledges). This is fairly standard Wodehouse, though set in 1920s America (page in all his stereotypes of Americans). There aren't as many clever verbal plays, but the (predictable) plot is perhaps slightly better than those set on English country estates.