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294 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1932







"'Did I say that we were soul-mates?'
'I believe you did.'
'Well, we are. Young Jane,' said Packy, holding her at arm's length and gazing searchingly into her eyes, 'are you sure you love me?'
'Of course I am.'
Packy expelled a deep breath.
'This,' he said, 'is like being in heaven without going to all the bother and expense of dying." (292)
Subtle humour is probably the most challenging kind of humour there is. The art of making people laugh with simple, but insightful observations as opposed to crude, in-your-face one-liners has been attempted by many, but mastered by few. The stalwart of subtle humour in the vocal form is undoubtedly Jerry Seinfeld. In literature, there is no one to match the genius and the cutthroat delivery of P. G. Wodehouse.
“Hot Water” is a work testimonial to Wodehouse’s impeccable writing flair. After Senator Opal’s compromising letter to a bootlegger lands in the custody of Mrs. Gedge, Packy Franklin, an American millionaire and the soon to be son-in-law of the Earl of Stableford, offers to help him and his daughter, Jane, retrieve it. But, little do they know that they aren’t the only ones planning to rob the Château Blissac.
The “robbery gone wrong” scenario almost always presents an excellent setting for a comedy, and this one was no exception. Packy was a wonderful protagonist, with his lovable nature and timely quips at the forefront from the very beginning. His awkward exchanges with the senator and his daughter were a thing of comedic gold, and I wish there had been more of them. The tried and tested comedic pairing of the fun-loving and carefree Packy with the quick tempered and rigid Opal turned out to be a masterstroke.
The story is a satirical take on the mannerisms of the upper class. The overbearing nature of Beatrice Bracken, forcing her fiancé to attend the opera, book signings and meet other royal dignitaries doesn’t sit well with Packy, whose sportsman spirit didn’t care for interacting with the drab, tight-lipped VIPs just because they were acquaintances of the royal family. The commanding Mrs. Gedge mirrors this quality as well, as she tries to get her husband appointed the French Ambassador, much to the dismay of Mr. Gedge, who wants nothing to do with the mammoth responsibility. Then there is Blair Eggleston, a renowned writer, whose flair for romance that is apparent from his books, fails to manifest itself in his own demeanour.
The characters all get their share of the spotlight, right from the strong, but slightly dim-witted Soup Slattery, to the bumbling Vicomte, who despite his absence for a good part of the book, manages to incite a few laughs. Each sub-plot is adequately emphasised, just enough to stay relevant without stealing Packy’s thunder.
Overall, “Hot Water” is an exceptional comedy that delivers on all fronts – it is hilarious, but not slapstick; the jokes are subtle but don’t get lost between the lines. This is a great book to read if you’re looking for something to lighten your mood while you lounge on your porch on a lazy Sunday afternoon.