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249 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 1933
A man with the resource and initiative to extract a thousand pounds from Lord Tilbury for a piece of property which he knew to be in the process of being digested by a pig was surely a man of whom one wished to see more


The Hon. Galahad Threepwood, in his fifty-seventh year, was a dapper little gentleman on whose grey but still thickly covered head the weight of a consistently misspent life rested lightly. His flannel suit sat jauntily upon his wiry frame, a black-rimmed monocle gleamed jauntily in his eye. Everything about this Musketeer of the nineties was jaunty. It was a standing mystery to all who knew him that one who had had such an extraordinarily good time all his life should, in the evening of that life, be so superbly robust. Wan contemporaries who had once painted a gas-lit London red in his company and were now doomed to an existence of dry toast, Vichy water, and German cure resorts felt very strongly on this point. A man of his antecedents, they considered, ought by rights to be rounding off his career in a bath-chair instead of flitting about the place, still chaffing head waiters as of old and calling for the wine list without a tremor.Great stuff, that. Oh, and there are also razor-sharp portraits of a couple of nasty, authoritarian aunts. (Always entertaining.)
“Storms might be raging elsewhere in the grounds of Blandings Castle, but there on the lawn was peace—the perfect unruffled peace which in this world seems to come only to those who have done nothing whatever to deserve it.”The world of Blandings is one of most popular of Wodehouse’s creations that contains many of his most popular character types. Domineering aunts, eccentric uncles, a young couple whose love is constantly interrupted by shallow misunderstandings, a slithering villain, over privileged—but well-meaning—air-headed young men, an unruffled butler, a captain of industry, and of course, a pig.