Enter Jeeves

So Ive been reading Wodehouse lately. And it's so great. On Thursday, I was reading while my class was taking a midterm, and it was so funny that I actually had to get up and leave the room, because I was so giggly. I mean, it's gotta take some real talent to write such great comedy. And it's that British comedy, you know? And I remember why Hugh Laurie is my favourite, favourite actor. And Wodehouse is a comic genius. Seriously. And Wodehouse writes in the first person in Bertie's voice. And it's great. And I hear Hugh Laurie. Normally, I don't like it when my reading experience is informed and even controlled by film and TV, but here, it all seems so perfect. So get a load of this:

"I'm not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare--or, if not, some equally brainy lad--who says that it's always just when a chappie is feeling particularly top-hole and more than usually braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping"

OK, so that's so Bertie. And it's too funny. I mean, there's something so wonderful about putting it all that way. And it's the opening to a story. And I have to say that Fate's "bit of lead piping" isn't anything so horrifying in this case. I mean, it's Bertie Wooster, not Oedipus, for Pete's sake. And that's part of the brilliance of Wodehouse's work, you know? I just think we should all be reading things that make us laugh, because we need more of that. I need more Wodehouse and Laurie. And oh, have I mentioned that my new thing is Charlie and Lola. But that's another post.

Anyhow, just now, Jeeves is working is magic, not just on Bertie, but on me.