I’m now on to reading my second P.G. Wodehouse novel, The Inimitable Jeeves, though some refer to it as a semi-novel collection of stories. The only issue is that I have no idea where this book stands in the collection of things, or what volume the previous one I read is — Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves! Though I have to say, it really doesn’t matter in the slightest. These stories (and novels, overall) just pop from thought to though, hilarious predicament to hilarious predicament. And furthermore, some Wodehouse achieves this sense of deep interior narrative into the anti-hero (Bertie)’s totally vacuous and superficial and hilarious perspective. The man is more or less a dolt, though hilariously witty in his doltishness. The reader can appreciate his daft wit while also appreciating his unreliable and unaware narration. It’s really a shock to read at first, how fast you can plow through his experiences while savoring the little moments of insight (or lackthereof). I feel there is a deeper meaning and resonance to Betram Wooster, though I’m not sure what it is yet. Something along the lines of a Taoist ideal, maybe? Nothing changes the man, though he overreacts to obstacles he also understands the way of the world and how little control he has over it. The least he can do is enjoy himself and make observations (and make fun) of it as he’s carried along by the strange currents of the society he finds himself in — all the while saved time and time again by the uber-valet Jeeves.
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