My Man Jeeves

by P. G. Wodehouse

Overview

Where would Bertie Wooster be without his man Jeeves? The discerning butler knows all, sees all, and ultimately resolves all problems in this masterpiece of British comedy. Newly designed and typeset in a modern 6-by-9-inch format by Waking Lion Press.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781600962752
Publisher:	Waking Lion Press
Publication date:	07/30/2008
Series:	Jeeves and Wooster Series
Edition description:	Large Print
Pages:	200
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.46(d)

About the Author

Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse (1881 - 1975) 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. They include the feather-brained Bertie Wooster and his sagacious valet, Jeeves; the immaculate and loquacious Psmith; Lord Emsworth and the Blandings Castle set; the Oldest Member, with stories about golf and Mr Mulliner, with tall tales on subjects ranging from bibulous bishops to megalomaniac movie moguls.

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

Table of Contents

Introduction
Leave it to Jeeves
Jeeves and the Unbidden Guest
Jeeves and the Hard-Boiled Egg
Absent Treatment
Helping Freddie
Rallying Round Old George
Doing Clarence a Bit of Good
The Aunt and the Sluggard

Editorial Reviews

"What ho!" I said.

"What ho!" said Motty.

"What ho! What ho!"

"What ho! What ho! What ho!"

After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation."

"Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff."

"The funny thing was that he wasn't altogether a fool in other ways. Deep down in him there was a kind of stratum of sense. I had known him, once or twice, show an almost human intelligence. But to reach that stratum, mind you, you needed dynamite."

― P.G. Wodehouse, My Man Jeeves

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