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"Wodehouse is the greatest comic writer ever." — Douglas Adams"Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own." — Evelyn Waugh
The Head of Kay's
by P. G. WodehouseView All Available Formats & Editions
The Head of Kay's by P. G. Wodehouse.
Set at the fictional public school of Eckleton, the story centres upon the "house of Kay's", the riotous boys therein, its tactless, unpopular master Mr Kay, and Kennedy, the head boy.
The story features practical jokes, fighting between the boys, burglaries, a mugging in the local village, politics amongst the houses of the
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The Head of Kay's by P. G. Wodehouse.
Set at the fictional public school of Eckleton, the story centres upon the "house of Kay's", the riotous boys therein, its tactless, unpopular master Mr Kay, and Kennedy, the head boy.
The story features practical jokes, fighting between the boys, burglaries, a mugging in the local village, politics amongst the houses of the school, a trip to an army-style camp, and plenty of cricket, rugby, and other school sports.
Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse was an English author and one of the most widely read humorists of the 20th century. Born in Guildford, the son of a British magistrate based in Hong Kong, Wodehouse spent happy teenage years at Dulwich College, to which he remained devoted all his life. After leaving school he was employed by a bank but disliked the work and turned to writing in his spare time. His early novels were mostly school stories, but he later switched to comic fiction, creating several regular characters who became familiar to the public over the years.
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Product Details
- ISBN-13:
- 9781535409117
- Publisher:
- CreateSpace Publishing
- Publication date:
- 07/21/2016
- Pages:
- 94
- Product dimensions:
- 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.19(d)
What People are saying about this
Evelyn Waugh
Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own.Douglas Adams
Wodehouse is the greatest comic writer ever.Meet the Author
P. G. Wodehouse (1881–1975) spent much of his life in Southampton, New York, but was born in England and educated in Surrey. He became an American citizen in 1955. In a literary career spanning more than seventy years, he published more than ninety books and twenty film scripts, and collaborated on more than thirty plays and musical comedies.
Brief Biography
- Date of Birth:
- October 15, 1881
- Date of Death:
- February 14, 1975
- Place of Birth:
- Guildford, Surrey, England
- Place of Death:
- Southampton, New York
- Education:
- Dulwich College, 1894-1900
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A wonderful, humorous book which I never tire of reading. Great!
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