When brokers' men skulk in the kitchens... When lovers with beautiful natures and ferocious faces skulk in the grounds, when millionaires go potty over eighteenth-century French paperweights entailed on impoverished squires who ask nothing better than to sell them - then the rich fabric of life is apt to need a little retailoring. And when Wodehouse sews it up, if fits like the proverbial glove.
Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse, KBE, was a comic writer who enjoyed enormous popular success during a career of more than seventy years and continues to be widely read over 40 years after his death. Despite the political and social upheavals that occurred during his life, much of which was spent in France and the United States, Wodehouse's main canvas remained that of prewar English upper-class society, reflecting his birth, education, and youthful writing career.
An acknowledged master of English prose, Wodehouse has been admired both by contemporaries such as Hilaire Belloc, Evelyn Waugh and Rudyard Kipling and by more recent writers such as Douglas Adams, Salman Rushdie and Terry Pratchett. Sean O'Casey famously called him "English literature's performing flea", a description that Wodehouse used as the title of a collection of his letters to a friend, Bill Townend.
Best known today for the Jeeves and Blandings Castle novels and short stories, Wodehouse was also a talented playwright and lyricist who was part author and writer of fifteen plays and of 250 lyrics for some thirty musical comedies. He worked with Cole Porter on the musical Anything Goes (1934) and frequently collaborated with Jerome Kern and Guy Bolton. He wrote the lyrics for the hit song Bill in Kern's Show Boat (1927), wrote the lyrics for the Gershwin/Romberg musical Rosalie (1928), and collaborated with Rudolf Friml on a musical version of The Three Musketeers (1928).
Henry Paradene has inherited Ashby Hall in Sussex and he does not want it. It's an encumbrance, a millstone around his neck. If only he could sell some heirlooms! Alas, it's against the law, technically speaking. What he can do, however, is sell Ashby Hall to the right buyer. Enter American millionaire J. Wendell Stickney, a sort of distant relative of Henry's who is dying to visit the ancestral estate. All Henry has to do is wine and dine Wendall and convince him to buy the estate for a packet. What Henry doesn't reckon with is Wendall's passion for 18th-century French paperweights. One could say it's an obsession. Henry happens to have one but is forbidden by the entail to sell it. When Wendall sets his sights on a paperweight nothing will do but to have it. Between them, Henry and Wendall come up with the perfect solution, if they can carry it out without the authorities knowing. They also have to keep the plan a secret from Henry's niece Jane who is too nice and good to go along with anything underhanded, and Jane's brother Algy, a classic moocher who will spill secrets to all and sundry. Algy has a get rich quick plan of his own and it involved his friend Bill Hardy and of course, Jane. Will any of their plans be successful?
This is not Woodehouse's best novel. I forgive him since he was quite elderly at the time and didn't have many years left to live. It's very similar to the last Wodehouse book I read but that's not his fault. I'm sure he was out of fresh ideas. It takes a long time to get to the purloined paperweight plot. It dragged quite a bit and the screwball scene Wodehouse is known for is drawn out into scene upon scene as the plot progresses. The romantic subplot is glossed over and the ending is sadly disappointing.
While the characters don't shine like the Emsworths or Jeeves and Bertie Wooster, they're quite enjoyable for the most part. I like Henry. He's sensible, practical and was happy on the stage. His needs are simple, except for wine and spirits! I like how Henry is able to stand up to his nephew and keeps his nephew out of the house. He's sort of an anti-Wodehousian character! Wendall is a surprise as well. At first I expected a swindler and crook trying to con Henry out of money but it turns out he's who he says he is. That's a change from the Soapy and Dolly Molloy plot. Wendall is a nervous sort. I half expected nerve specialist Sir Roderick Glossop to arrive on the scene. Poor Wendall needs a firm hand to take him in charge but his sister goes too far and runs his life for him. He's running away from her. His aunt Kelly keeps him going. She knows her own mind and is firm in principles. She may be vulgar and repeat inappropriate stories but it makes her endearing. I don't think Wendall appreciates her enough.
Henry's niece Jane is also a strong woman who knows what she wants. I like how sensible and practical she is. She's kind and sweet when she needs to be but also tough. Her brother Algy is a rotter. He's a classic moocher with big dreams. Algy always has some get rich quick scheme in mind but he's never willing to work at anything. His latest scheme actually seems plausible but once bitten, twice shy and no one will give him money. However, he owes a lot of money to the brokers' men. That's a practice I hadn't heard of before, sending a bailiff to keep an eye on someone owing a lot of money. No one give Algy a credit card! Algy's friend Bill is a generally nice guy. He's a pushover though and lets Algy mooch off him. I think some of Algy's crazy ideas are rubbing off on him though because some of the things he does are not very sane.
If you're looking for a pleasant diversion from the troubled world, look no further than P.G. Wodehouse. Even at his worst, his stories are still light, airy and funny. I will be reading more in the near future.
TL;DR: 5 stars, one of the two best non-series Wodehouse I've read to date.
This was the perfect choice for the day. It's been far too long since I read some Wodehouse and Company for Henry has all the best Wodehouse tropes. Aunts and Uncles, Country Houses, poor relations, people engaged to the wrong partner, crazed collectors, stolen objects, love at first sight, and men who propose to fill an awkward pause in the conversation.
I was expecting this to be about trying to fix up Uncle Henry, but the focus is mostly on his intelligent and capable niece Jane, and her layabout brother Algy, who's sure to be rich any day now if only someone will lend him the money for his latest scheme. Algy is currently sponging off his old school friend Bill, lately come into an inheritance, and Jane is engaged to another of his old classmates, L.P. Green. An American millionaire and his Aunt are also involved.
None of the tropes are the most extreme examples of their type in Wodehouse canon, but the mix is excellent, and as always Wodehouse's style makes every sentence a joy. I always get out of breath reading Wodehouse as I inevitably end up reading large chunks of the text aloud.
I will not let such a long gap pass again before my next dip into Wodehouse oeuvre.
One would hardly be so foolhardy as to place ‘Company for Henry’ at the forefront of the Wodehouse oeuvre, but it would certainly be hard to deny that this slight – even middling – later novel shows off old P.G. at his most charming. The prose is as expected lovely, the wit is constantly sharp and it’s just beautiful to watch him assemble this colourful (yet familiar) jigsaw puzzle of pieces to create one of his trademarked gentle farces. All the usual types are here: there’s the dissolute owner of a country house; an American millionaire; a wastrel layabout of aristocratic heritage; a sprightly but no nonsense young lady; and a doughty and decent cove named Bill (all doughty and decent coves are named Bill in Wodehouse). The plot is the normal meeting of sweet but star-crossed lovers, purloined esoteric valuables, money troubles and confusion placed on top of misunderstanding then slotted next to mistaken identity. It’s never going to blow anyone’s monogrammed socks off, but it’s a perfect and absolutely lovely time-waster.
I will use this "review" for all the P. G. Wodehouse I have read. I read them all so long ago and enjoyed them so much that I have given them all 5 stars. As I re-read them I will adjust the stars accordingly, if necessary, and add a proper review. When I first discovered P. G. Wodehouse I devoured every book I could find in the local library, throughout the eighties and early nineties. Alas, this means that I have read most of them and stumbling across one I have not read is a rare thing. I'm sure that through this great site I will joyfully find at least a few I have not read, and be able to track them down. My records only began in 1982, so I do not have a note of any I read before then. I’m sure I will enjoy re-reading them.
Frothy fun. The plot is as intricate as the workings of a music box. As typical for a PG Wodehouse novel, the characters don't change, but they are delightful enough as they are that the reader doesn't really mind that. A quick read that's perfect for the lazy days of summer.
Such a funny book! However, it fell a bit short in comparison to Leave it to Psmith (I think that one will always be my fave!) I loved the characters in this book though; they were all so silly and goofy and lovable. Some of the “miscommunications” between the characters felt a bit rushed; I would have loved to see them drawn out for even more of a comedic feel. But overall, this was a wonderful, lighthearted book!
This book makes a pair of [interconnected] Thomas Hardy jokes, name-checks Southern [US] fried chicken as a wonderful thing, and lampshades its whole premise of a caper involving a missing paperweight as being quaint in the first few pages. Five stars! Stand amazed by it.
Ok, so even for Wodehouse, this one is light and full of contrivances. You could call it breezy, unnecessarily convoluted, prone to so many coincidences that even Dickens would complain, and a bit idealistic about human nature and love, but that, my dear, is the point. That's kind of like slagging off Van Gough paintings for being a bit "swirly" and having thick strokes. And while this novel is absolutely non-threatening to the brain, it still manages to have obvious puns mixed with really non-obvious jokes [a few you have to rewind just to make sure they were jokes], quick-fire references to pop culture that you might have to go off and look up, entire chunks of dialogue based around word repetition and multiple meanings, and honest human emotion mixed in with silly "drop of the hat" characters. The whole thing is careful parsing out of irony vs earnestness, in nearly every sense of those terms.
It also, for those who know something of the Fiasco RPG, plays out very much like a session said game with its many minor machinations building up to one large conflict. Henry is a lonely man stuck with a house he doesn't want. His niece Jane is sensible and engaged to Lionel, but she soon meets Bill, the roommate (and temporary benefactor) of her brother Algy. Algy is looking for funding for his many schemes. Which Wendell, a rich American cousin might provide. Henry is hoping to sell the house to Wendell. Wendell also collects 18th century paperweights, and is trying to conspire with Henry for a way to get a hold of one that Henry has (but due to heirloom laws, is not able to sell). Wendell's aunt Kelly is falling for Henry. Bill is falling for Jane but is unable to get near her because Henry doesn't trust Algy's friends. The conspiracy to get a hold of the paperweight ends up people making wrong assumptions about who is who and who is up to what. Toss in a broker man (there to settle amounts owed on a liquor tab) and a mixture of hired help, all with their own interlocking schemes, and you get the idea.
Perhaps interesting is also the glimpses this novel gives for the Wodehousian process. Algy is very similar to the Wooster style character, friendly and lovable if at times selfish and prone to idiocy. Except while in Jeeves & Wooster tales, Wooster is inevitably saved by Jeeves, Algy is mostly allowed to carry his many plans to fruition. The novel also introduces plot points that are stereotypically Wodehousian (mistaken identity and bossy females, for example) but has them backfire and go off at new angles at the very moment where you think you know what will happen next. Finally, though there are references to mid-20th-century, the whole thing is cast in Wodehousian timelessness, where the value of things and the level of technology just seems too non-specific to every know *when* are you reading about.
I'll leave my five-star rating up. I'd also recommend this as a fair first novel for someone trying to get into Wodehouse. Some of his earlier novels were better, but this one sums it up in a tighter package and plays more games with itself (all the way down to how it ends without every single loose end being tidily wrapped up). Took me less than a day to read it, but I would have loved to explore more of these characters. As silly as they often were.
Oneshot dari Paklik PiJi~ („• ᴗ •„) Yah, karyanya yang berseri juga bisa dibaca lepas sih, tapi maksudku ini dari yang nggak berseri.
Henry ini bangsawan Inggris yang kere. Tokoh-tokoh lainnya: keponakan cowok yang pengangguran gak jelas, keponakan cewek yang bertunangan dengan cowok gak jelas, orang Amerika kaya-raya yang ngoleksi penindih kertas, bibinya yang pernah berurusan dengan polisi, dan penulis yang ketumpangan temen parasit. Lek PiJi ini ibaratnya ngumpulin bahan-bahan yang sudah layu dan nyaris kedaluwarsa di pasar, lalu dimasak, diramu sedemikian rupa dengan humor yang melimpah~ Jadinya ternyata cukup sedap dilahap ( ´ ꒳ ` ) Nyengir dan ngakak di berbagai situasi yang kacau-balau, penuh salah paham, tapi kocak. Belum lagi kalau mendeskripsikan situasi, yang padahal kadang biasa aja, tapi jadi berwarna berkat taburan humornya (٥⁀▽⁀ )
i had actually HEARD of this book from deep in my distant past so thot maybe it was well known long ago? anyway, hugh grant and steven fry are huge fans of his and played jeeves and wooster on the BBC long ago...
very quick read but i didn't want it to end...i wanted more so now the search is on...since i listen over and over again in the car i now must start reading them in bed...they are a tremendous number, thank goodness.
i need them to relieve the tremendous stress in my life now so...they do the trick.
warning. do not attempt to read these if you are a serious socialist and hate the aristocracy and upper class. they are parodied but also humanized. they are a guilty pleasure for me...
Egy tipikus Wodehouse könyv, amiben nem lehet csalódni. Nincs a legjobb művei között, ezúttal nem fog kiesni a könyv a lezünkből a sok nevetés miatt, az első fejezetek igencsak langyosan csordogálnak. A végére aztán kifejezetten jó lesz a könyv, itt is előkerül az író egyik kedvenc karaktere, a nagydumás, lelőhetetlen fickó, aki a végére határozottan vicces dolgokat szövegel össze. És persze ahogy a többi könyvében, úgy a happy end itt sem maradhat el.
Könnyed, szórakoztató olvasmány, de nem éri el az író legjobbjainak színvonalát.
Pleasant late Wodehouse--more like the early ones, without quite the madcap comedy of errors or distinct world of crazy people (like in Jeeves/Wooster or Blandings Castle). Still funny and charming. American title is better: The Purloined Paperweight.
A standalone Wodehouse in the classic style, despite being written in 1967. I had the impression that it was set in his usual time period (between the world wars), despite an anachronistic reference to the UN, and the sums of money mentioned tend to confirm that; an annual income of 800 pounds through a legacy would certainly enable someone to leave their job in, say, 1930, but in 1967 not so much. Also, 8000 pounds is considered a reasonable price for a house in London. And Kelly is noted as an unusual name for a woman, which was not so much the case after World War II as before - though it was commoner in the USA than in Britain (this Kelly is American, but the person who finds her name unusual is not), and would still not have been an unremarkable name for a middle-aged woman by 1967, when most Kellys would have been under 30.
It's certainly in Wodehouse's usual milieu: an old country house, with train trips to London (45 miles away). And the characters and plot are very much what he'd been writing since the 1920s, even down to his abiding fault, no doubt picked up from writing musical comedy, of keeping the cast tight by having them coincidentally connected in multiple ways and always happening to stumble over each other in ways that complicate the plot. He even re-uses a plot device from Money for Nothing : P.G. Wodehouse’s Original 1928 Vintage Collectible Edition, British Comedy Classic, the fake theft of an entailed heirloom.
All in all, it's a Wodehouse book, no better, but certainly no worse, than plenty of others in a similar mould. We get the sparkling banter, the mistaken and/or false identities, young love (and, in this case, middle-aged love), money as a complicating factor, schemes practical and impractical that cross and foil each other, and a happy ending.
The Everyman edition, to my surprise, lived up to its claim of being a fine edition; it's very well edited, something that can't always be said, for example, of the Penguin editions of Wodehouse.
I had heard of P.G. Wodehouse, but never read anything by him until a fellow reviewer suggested I should. And, having no rhyme or reason to which Wodehouse book to read, I chose the one with the oddest title. This book actually goes by another name than the one I have. It has been re-released with the title “Company for Henry.”
Comments I’ve received when mentioning I’m reading a Wodehouse book have all followed a similar strain – “He’s so…British!” Sometimes this was meant in a good way, sometimes in a bad. But I have to say I heartily agree. He is a very British author. (Possibly because he was born in Britain???) Most Americans I’ve come in contact with mean one of two things if they label it “British” in nature (other than originating in Britain). First – that it is very staunch, outwardly unemotional, and proper. Second – it is very silly and hard for them to understand at times (such as Monty Python or Fawlty Towers). Wodehouse (@ least this novel) falls in the latter category.
This novel is not a mystery. However, it has enough plot twists to possibly qualify as one. An inside out mystery, possibly – where you know whodunnit and there is no maliciousness involved. Henry is the owner of a rather gaudy and painful looking country house named Ashby Hall. It has been in his family for years, and due to certain legal restrictions, he is unable to sell valuable parts of family history despite the fact that he owes a great deal of money to certain parties. He has been joined by his lovely and level-headed niece, Jane. Jane is engaged to an interior designer who has been in the Americas for some time – named Lionel. Jane also has a lackabout brother named Algy, who is always coming up with get rich quick schemes. (With me so far?) Algy has been mooching off his friend, Bill, who looks rather intimidating but has a heart of gold. Also in this comedy are the characters of Wendell Stickney – a distant relative of Henry’s who is an American and collects French paperweights. Wendell has an Aunt who lives with him named Kelly – who used to be a showgirl in her single days.
Henry is hoping to sell Ashby Hall to Stickney, in order to get the monstrosity off his hands and to be able to pay his debts. Algy is trying to foist money out of Bill, who has come into a modest inheritance. And Stickney is trying to learn about his family line in any way he can. Jane is trying to keep Algy and Henry from being thrown in jail and making fools of themselves. Kelly is just along for the ride.
When Stickney discovers a valuable French paperweight in the Ashby Hall contents, he decides he must have it, no matter what. He, Kelly, and Henry concoct a plan to sell the paperweight to Stickney while making it look to the authorities as if it were stolen. All would seem to go according to plan until people start falling in love, getting mistaken for insurance auditor’s agents, and start trying to work to their own ends alongside the original plan.
Wodehouse manages to keep you delightfully confused for the majority of the novel, as the characters dance unconscious circles around each other – making the plot thicken and intensify with every step. I highly commend my friend for recommending this novel to me and definitely recommend you, reader, check out a Wodehouse novel at your earliest convenience.
I thoroughly enjoyed the plot thickening, right up until the last page. It was then that I read THE END, and realized most of the conflict was never resolved. I needed just one more chapter to set everything straight. Rather annoying. Nevertheless, Wodehouse always gives you some clever writing. Among my favorites are these:
"Its atmosphere was one of intensely respectable gloom."
"The authorities in charge of human affairs have decreed, no doubt for some excellent reason, that interior decorators as a class shall look simply terrible. Possibly the thought behind this was that if they were beautiful as well as talented, the mixture would be too rich."
"His attitude towards the future was always the old theatrical one that it would be all right on the night."
"I suppose infatuation with profiles and melting eyes is a sort of measles we poor dumb girls have to go through, and the great thing is to get it out of the system as soon as possible."
"Though never blind to his numerous defects, she had always recognized his ingenuity, even if too often it merely consisted of thinking up ways of avoiding work."
"Only by opening the door and jumping out could Wendell have avoided listening to the Niagara of anecdotes which Claude poured out on him."
"...when one is a toad beneath the harrow, which was Bill's unpleasant position, one resents effervescence in others."
The titular Henry is Henry Paradenen whom after a career treading the boards has unexpectedly inherited Ashby Hall and the families associated financial obligations. American multi-millionaire relative J. Wendell Stickney and has arrived and Henry is keen to unload the family pile on him whilst wooing Stickney’s Aunt Kelly. Henry’s niece, Jane, is also involved in one of the unfortunate Wodehouse engagements to an interior decorator, Lionel Green (whom previously appeared in ‘Money in the Bank’ when he was unsuitably engaged to Anne Benedick), however Wodehouse hero Bill Hardy is on hand to give her the love she deserves.
With so much love and marriage going on the butler Ferris steals the show with his views on the matter, ‘Weren’t you happy when you got married Ferris?’, ‘No, Sir.’, ‘Was Mrs Ferris?’, ‘She appeared to take a certain girlish pleasure in the ceremony, Sir, but it soon blew over.’ Ferries finally sums up ‘Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, Sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.’ Ferris first appeared in ‘The Small Bachelor’ where he held the same views and used the same dialogue, however dialogue this good bears repeating.
Not the greatest Wodehouse novel and clearly written after his prime, however second rate Wodehouse is better than the best of the next brightest.
I read somewhere that this is one of the last books Wodehouse wrote. I have to say, it was not too good, the plot was and the characters could have been more funny. But you do as usual with him, stumble onto fun images here and there. It is certainly not as good as the previous Wodehouse I reviewed.
Something I thought uncanny, is that he mentions in it a book I just read and reviewed! Here is the excerpt, p.57:
‘I don’t think she’s rich. I put her down as a poor relation. And even if she’s rolling in money she won’t sneer at us. She’s much too good a sort. Do you ever read Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales?’ ‘Well, with one thing ad another…Why?’ ‘She reminds me of his Wife of Bath. Breezy and uninhibited. She used to be on the stage.’ ‘That sounds all right.’
I've read and reread almost everything by Wodehouse, but I couldn't remember much about this book, so I gave it another go. This relatively late novel is not Plum's best, by a long shot. Wodehouse books aren't "realistic," but the characters seemed even less real than usual. The plot managed to be both convoluted and thin at the same time, and several loose ends remained dangling when we got to the last page. I almost gave this one a two-star rating, but I couldn't bring myself to do so - it's Wodehouse after all, and I love Wodehouse, even at his flimsiest.
It's always amused me that my edition is published by the Paperweight Press, which caters to antique paperweight collectors. I love the fact that the Paperweight Press exists.
Yet another witty offering from PG Wodehouse. Surprisingly, not quite everything was tied up neatly at the end, yet that's ok. Henry owns a house he wants to get rid of, J. Wendell is the perfect person on whom to unload it. J Wendell would prefer his Aunt Kelly not live with him, however he needs her to escape from his horrible sister. Jane NEEDS to escape her fiance Lionel, as her uncle Henry and her brother Algy keep telling her, and Algy's friend Bill might just fit the bill, as it were.
A loony in the habit of collecting paperweights comes to his ancestral home in England where lies a paperweight which he wants but cannot have because of old English laws of selling family heirlooms. A series of incidents happen where several of Wodehouse's characters are wallowing in their own problems and schemes to get those problems sorted out.Well, in the end the problems do get sorted out and there's sunshine on Wodehouse land. It is no doubt another of Wodehouse's laugh riots.
I really enjoyed this book. I have never read Wodehouse before and was pretty impressed by his intellectually whimsical style. For this book in particular, I was sort of saddened by the fact this is really a stand-alone amongst his other series, but enjoyable nonetheless.
written in 67, when pg was 86, so not the best, except for Aunt Kelly! Kelly is a new kind of Aunt, American and brainy, full of bonhomie. I'm out of library books, so grabbing random Wodehouse books off the shelf.
I enjoyed the quirky characters and ridiculously convoluted plot. P.G. Wodehouse's narrative voice is always light and funny. However, there were a whole lot of loose ends that were never resolved, which bothered me somewhat.
AKA "Company For Henry" this is a late, yet great one from P.G. Wodehouse, almost at a level with "Summer Lightning" and "Joy In The Morning" (written 20 years earlier and generally regarded as his masterpieces). It wraps up a but quickly, but you'll burst out laughing as it winds out...
Quite droll though by the time Wodehouse wrote this (1967) most of the world he describes must have all but disappeared. Best to pretend its still set in the 20s/30s. Characters largely interchangeable with a number of others previously appearing in earlier books.
This one isn't quite as funny as some of his other books, but I still enjoyed it immensely. There were a few twists I wasn't expecting, which kept the story interesting. It's always a pleasure to read a Wodehouse novel.
One of the first Wodehouses I read. I still remember it fondly though, alas, Wodehouse plots tend to blend together in memory so I can't say why it was a favorite.