Love for Wodehouse

I was hooked to P.G. Wodehouse’s books from the third book onwards. It took me some time to get acquainted with his writing style, use of words and long sentences. Since then I have been acting as an unpaid marketing manager of Wodehouse, I certainly would have earned a commission from him had he been alive.
I love Wodehouse for a simple reason, that if such an attempt of creating humour with virtually non-existent story line were done by somebody else it would have been a plain disaster. Wodehouse did something to the words, which other authors could not even dream of - something called magic.
When someone asks me to summarize the stories of Wodehouse, it hardly takes me more than two minutes to do so. People then wonder whether it is worth reading two hundred plus pages just for that story, which is hardly sounded funny. I give them this reason: In fast-paced novels one does not get to notice the language, the objective is to turn pages as quickly as possible and get to the end. The meat, as Wodehouse would have put it, lies in the story, not language. Whereas in books of Wodehouse stories proceed at leisurely pace, the story line is humorous, but the true humour is generated by the language. One should read to books of Wodehouse to enjoy the language, appreciate the genius of the man who created magic with words.
If you are reading his books for getting a good story, you will be terribly disappointed but if you are reading them to ease the tension off your mind, to see the lighter side of life, to see how extraordinarily funny even any vapid situation can get then you will be in for a very pleasant surprise. Go ahead, surprise yourself!