This second visit to the bar-parlour of the Angler’s Rest is as delightful as the first. The Mulliner tales – like the best of Wodehouse – are simultaneously beautifully light and roar out loud funny.
There’s no point me wasting words trying to describe the stories, so here’s a quote from each to give you a flavour.
The Reverent Wooing of Archibald
“’The Aunt. She thinks Bacon wrote Shakespeare.’
‘Thinks who wrote what?’ asked Archibald, puzzled, for the names were strange to him.
The Man Who Gave Up Smoking
“I look upon tobacco as life’s out-standing boon, and it annoys me to hear these faddists abusing it. And how foolish their arguments are, how easily refuted. They come and tell me that if they place two drops of nicotine on the tongue of a dog the animal instantly dies: and when I ask them if they have ever tried the childishly simple device of not placing nicotine on the dog’s tongue, they have nothing to reply. They are non-plussed. They go away mumbling something about never having thought of that.”
The Story of Cedric
“The drowsy stillness of the summer afternoon was shattered by what sounded to his strained senses like G.K. Chesterton falling on a sheet of tin.”
The Ordeal of Osbert Mulliner
“He possessed in addition to good looks the inestimable blessings of perfect health, a cheerful disposition, and so much money that Income-Tax assessors screamed with joy when forwarding Schedule D to his address.”
Unpleasantness at Bludleigh Court
“’When I first met your father, I thought I had never seen anybody more completely loathsome. Then I was introduced to your brother Reginald, and I realised that, after all, your father might have been considerably worse. And, just as I was thinking that Reginald was the furthest point possible, along came your Uncle Francis and Reginald’s quiet charm seemed to leap out at me like a beacon on a dark night.’“
Those in Peril on the Tee
“When she laughed, strong men clutched at their temples to keep the tops of their heads from breaking loose.”
Something Squishy
“If there’s one thing in this world that should be done quickly or not at all, it is the removal of one’s personal snake from the bed of a comparative stranger.”
The Awful Gladness of the Mater
“’Rolie, old thing,’ he said, with gentle reproach, ‘you oughtn’t to go about London in a hat like that.’ Roland Attwater was his cousin, and a man does not like to see his relatives careering all over the Metropolis looking as if cats had brought them in.”
The Passing of Ambrose
“Furthermore, girls of Roberta Wickham’s fine fibre do not love a man entirely for his hat. The trousers count, so do the spats.”