Jeeves and the Wedding BellsBook - 2013
A gloriously witty novel from Sebastian Faulks using P.G. Wodehouseâe(tm)s much-loved characters, Jeeves and Wooster, fully authorised by the Wodehouse estate.
Bertie Wooster, recently returned from a very pleasurable soujourn in Cannes, finds himself at the stately home of Sir Henry Hackwood in Dorset. Bertie is more than familiar with the country house set-up: he is a veteran of the cocktail hour and, thanks to Jeeves, his gentleman's personal gentleman, is never less than immaculately dressed.
On this occasion, however, it is Jeeves who is to be seen in the drawing room while Bertie finds himself below stairs - and he doesn't care for it at all.
Love, as so often, is at the root of the confusion. Bertie, you see, has met Georgiana on the CÃ´te d'Azur. And though she is clever and he has a reputation for foolish engagements, it looks as though this could be the real thing. However, Georgiana is the ward of Sir Henry Hackwood and, in order to maintain his beloved Melbury Hall, the impoverished Sir Henry has struck a deal that would see Georgiana becoming Mrs Rupert Venables.
Meanwhile, Peregrine âe~Woody' Beeching, one of Bertie's oldest chums, is desperate to regain the trust of his fiancÃ©e Amelia, Sir Henry's tennis-mad daughter.
But why would this necessitate Bertie having to pass himself off as a servant when he has never so much as made a cup of tea? Could it be that the ever-loyal, Spinoza-loving Jeeves has an ulterior motive?
Evoking the sunlit days of a time gone by, Jeeves and the Wedding Bells is a delightfully witty story of mistaken identity, a midsummer village festival, a cricket match and love triumphant.
âe~At two memorable moments in Jeeves and the Wedding Bells I did indeed laugh until I criedâe¦ Jeeves and the Wedding Bells is a masterpieceâe¦ Faulksâe(tm)s plot is bang on-messageâe¦ Faulks captures perfectly both the tone and the spirit of Wodehouseâe(tm)s originalsâe¦ This is a pitch-perfect undertaking: proof, almost a century after his debut, that Jeeves may not be so inimitable after all.âe(tm) Matthew Dennison, The Spectator