It’s a rummy feeling, what…
If you meet me this week and find me using phrases like ‘It’s rummy’, ‘Right ho’ , ‘Dash it all’ and ‘Leg it’, you’d know I’ve been bitten (again) by the Wodehouse bug.
Cut back to childhood when my highly literary mother, her siblings and even her mother would speak of literary greats like Bernard Shaw, Shakespeare, and on the lighter side, P.G.Wodehouse. I must have been less than 10 years old when I first heard of it. As with several classics and books written in literary prose that I could not identify with in my life, my early attempts at Wodehouse failed too.
But today, re-reading the Inimitable Jeeves after a decade and a half at the least, I must say, a lady could not ask for more. Chappies and ladies and lads, mansions and palaces and tricky situations. Nagging aunts and Earls and unfathomable plots, written ever-so humorously. How could Wodehouse write so funny! Comedy is a difficult genre. To be relevant after like 6 and 7 decades is a noteworthy achievement, what?
Just this morning I woke up thinking, why, what I’d give to be Bertram Wooster if only for a day, and have my man Friday Jeeves around to fix everything in my life.
If you haven’t read Wodehouse, I may insist upon it now. On that note, ‘Toodle-oo’