I received a free digital advance review copy, provided by the publisher via Netgalley.
In the space of one week, Bertie Wooster battles an aunt intent on marrying him off and firing his man Jeeves, helps foil some British fascists, engages in a complicated horse-race betting scheme to save the Drones Club from income tax ruin, masquerades as a clergyman and a female fortune-teller, climbs various college buildings at Cambridge, attempts to defy Jeeves with regard to choice of bedroom wallpaper, becomes entangled in his friends’ love lives, and (gasp) may be falling in love himself. All the while, Jeeves slides about unobtrusively in the background, setting things to right.
Bertie lurches from delight to disaster, from the pleasures of his Drones friends and new lady friend Iona, to the perils of Aunt Agatha and the loathsome Roderick Spode, head of the British Black Shorts. Schott captures Wodehouse’s witty dialog and dizzying plot entanglements well, but there are some departures from Wodehouse’s style. While Wodehouse liked to poke fun at British fascists, he kept things resolutely light and frothy. Schott’s books still ridicule the fascists, but now Bertie and Jeeves are part of a British government group working against Britain’s right wingers. Hearing this, you will not be surprised that Schott’s Bertie has his brain set at higher voltage than Wodehouse’s. He’s no Einstein, but Wodehouse’s Bertie would never be trusted within a mile of an espionage operation.
If you are a Wodehouse fan, you will not mistake this for his work, but it is highly entertaining and should provoke more than the occasional Wodehousian giggle. I am very much looking forward to Schott’s third Bertie and Jeeves, especially since this one ends in a romantic cliffhanger.