


When Aunt Dahlia and the constable both show up, the ruckus increases with side splitting results. Meanwhile, Stiffy’s chap, the Reverend “Stinker” Pinker isn’t well accepted by the old flesh and blood, and Stiffy has some information she can use against a clumsy Bertie. After writing a book describing all his negative thoughts about Madeline’s friends and family, it looks like the wedding just might be off. steal) the terrified Bertie is once again drawn into Gussie’s love life. Sent up to Totleigh Towers to retrieve it however necessary (i.e. Meanwhile, Sir Waytkin Basset, knowing of the imminent sale, seeks to purchase the cow creamer. Good old Aunty figures the good mood from this acquisition (especially if Bertie manages to bluff the agent into lowering the price) will work in her favor in the form of cold hard cash from hubby. It all starts out simply enough with Aunt Dahlia sending Bertie to ensure that no one snatches the antique cow creamer her husband intends to buy for his collection. Fast paced, complex and deeply hilarious, the schemes grow grander and more hilarious as the stakes rise up. With dashes of reoccurring characters (the inept Gussie Fink-Nottle and Madeline Basset from Right Ho, Jeeves) and a host of new faces to love, loath, and laugh at, Code of the Woosters is by far my favorite P.G. With two sets of lovers helplessly torn apart, an abducted cow creamer, a paranoid magistrate, a spying fascist leader, and some rare escapes into the love lives of newts, it’s all happening at the ill-fated Totleigh Towers. Bumbling aristocrat and the butler that owns him are once again thrown into the madness of family, friends, and absurdist schemes. How could this epic mess have started with something as simple as a love of good cooking and a diabolical aunt obsessed with a cow creamer? Who could possibly unravel the threads of love, mischief, and the poor quiet chap who just wants some good cooking at the elegant table of Anton, that treasured chef of said diabolic aunt? Where did it all go wrong, and what can make the increasingly complex schemes wane? Of course, Bertie’s man, Jeeves, is the only one with a head on his shoulders and a cunning plan up his well-tailored sleeve.

In one of the most daring (and deranged) escapades yet, Bertie Wooster finds himself in danger of a lynching, developing a reputation as an incurable kleptomaniac, and (worst of all) becoming entangled in an engagement to the drippy Madeline Basset and to Stiffy Byng. Rating: My Favorite W odehouse Novel to Date
