There is something about Wodehouse, particularly his best works, that never fails to make the world seem less grey. His portrayals of an Edwardian idyll that existed, if at all, only on the stage makes his work close to a fantasy escape. It has, in fact, been called "pure male fantasy", in both senses of the word pure, and as such offers the perfect relief after a weary and trying day.
None of his works succeed at this like Code of the Woosters. Published in 1939, the story follows a collection of misadventures of Bertie Wooster, a nice but not overly bright man with more money than sense, as visits Totleigh Towers, home of Sir Watkyn Basset, who is convinced that Bertie is there to steal a silver cow-creamer ... which he is, but also to affect a reconciliation between Gussie Fink-Nottle, noted newt fancier, and Madeline Basset, noted goop. Meanwhile, he gets involved with the secret engagement between Stephanie Bing and The Rev. Harold "Stinker" Pinker. Add in his Aunt Dahlia, who learned many a fruity phrase in her fox hunting days, and Roderick Spode, an amateur dictator who leads a group called The Black Shorts, a snarky scottie, and an officious village constable, and you have the ingredients of a farce on the highest order. And of course through it all is Jeeves, Bertie's valet.
Jeeves is something of a deus ex machina, able to extricate Bertie from any situation, even those worse than death (ie marriage). No matter how intractible or gloomy a problem might seem, Jeeves is there with a solution to reach the required happy ending. Often it takes more than one solution, as in Code of the Woosters, when the problems come fast and furious; what's more, Bertie often has to pay a price for this. The sacrifice may seem trivial, such as losing a pair of purple socks, or rather jarring to our modern sensibilities, as in the novel Thank You, Jeeves. Still, all is well at the end, as it dashed well should be, with Bertie receiving his just reward (by and large, being left alone to live life as he wants to.)
Wodehouse was a master of farce; he often described his novels as musical comedies without the music. In Code of the Woosters he might have achieved his peak. Not only are the various plot threads interwoven in unexpected ways, the characters are vivid and the writing is superb. Wodehouse was a master of wordplay and description, capable of evoking eye-popping descriptions and audible laughs. Each Wodehouse fan has a favorite or list of favorites, and Code of the Woosters has more than its share. My own favorite is an exchange between Bertie and Madeline, discussing Gussie Fink-Nottle:
"A sensitive plant, what?"Wodehouse is in many ways nothing more than escapism, but it is escapism of the highest order, appreciated by The Oxford Don and the lover of lowbrow comedy alike. As I lay down after a long day, I can reach for one of his works and fall to sleep smiling, regardless of the day. Who could ask for anything more?
"Exactly. You know your Shelley, Bertie."
"Oh, am I?"
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