Publisher's Synopsis
The Clicking of Cuthbert by P. G. Wodehouse, 1922. A brilliantly funny writer--perhaps the most consistently funny the English language has yet produced. -- The Times (London) The works of Wodehouse continue on their unique way, unmarked by the passage of time. -- Kingsley Amis Wodehouse's idyllic world can never stale....He has made a world for us to live in and delight in. -- Evelyn Waugh This book marks an epoch in my literary career. It is written in blood. It is the outpouring of a soul as deeply seared by Fate's unkindness as the pretty on the dog-leg hole of the second nine was ever seared by my iron. It is the work of a very nearly desperate man, an eighteen-handicap man who has got to look extremely slippy if he doesn't want to find himself in the twenties again. As a writer of light fiction, I have always till now been handicapped by the fact that my disposition was cheerful, my heart intact, and my life unsoured. Handicapped, I say, because the public likes to feel that a writer of farcical stories is piquantly miserable in his private life, and that, if he turns out anything amusing, he does it simply in order to obtain relief from the almost insupportable weight of an existence which he has long since realized to be a wash-out. Well, today I am just like that.
