Jennings served in the Royal Signals during the Second World War. In 1943 his piece "Moses was a Sanitary Officer" was published in Lilliput magazine. Freelance work for Punch and The Spectator soon followed. Leaving the army with the rank of Lieutenant, he briefly worked as a scriptwriter for the Central Office of Information and then spent two years as an advertising copywriter; throughout this period his freelance work continued to be published.
In 1949 he joined The Observer, contributing a fortnightly column entitled "Oddly Enough" until 1966. After leaving The Observer, he continued to write until his death, mainly seeing print in Punch, The Times and the Telegraph magazine.
This a collection of various nonsense writings from a broad period of time. It covers the usual suspects (Jonathan Swift, Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Edward Lear, James Thurber, etc.) and some more recent (Monty Python's Flying Circus, Spike Milligan) and leaves out some (there is an admitted Anglo-American bias, as noted in the introduction, so no Surrealists or Dada) and some interesting obscurities (many newspaper humor writers are included). "Nonsense" is defined as a wide range here, crossing into gentle humor, wordplay, irony and absurdity.
There is a lot to enjoy in this compendium and I suggest those interested check out bookfinder.com to track down a copy. Of particular note:
I could have done without some of the English upper-classman humor (all-knowing, smug parodies of classics) and think the book might have been more interesting in chronological instead of alphabetical order, but there you go. A lot of fun for those who like humorous writing.
Some parts of the book were amusing - such as the definition pages.
There are a few extracts from 'Alice in Wonderland' and reading those has made me interested in reading that and its sequel. It such a random story with crazy events occurring one after the other. The tea party scene is a favourite. The scene with the cook throwing objects at the Duchess and the baby turning into a pig is so crazy that it made me smile.
Not all was well in this book though, I found a lot of it boring and ended up skipping whole sections. Other parts made no sense what so ever and I didn't even attempt to read the rest.
Some random interesting bits (Aristophanes, and Sellar and Yeatman), a lot of boring prose (Brahma and god knows what), neither comprehensive (no Mervyn Peake) nor accurate (Kipling's Quebec limerick misquoted, along with much else). Oh well.