"Burrowing into Books - Uneasy Money by P.G. Wodehouse"
Sydney M. Williams
Burrowing into Books
Reviews of Selective Readings
July 26, 2017
“Uneasy Money”
P.G. Wodehouse
“He was rather a
melancholy young man,
with a long face, not unlike a
pessimistic horse.”
P.G.
Wodehouse (1881-1975)
Uneasy
Money, 1917
Laughter, it is said, keeps one young, and what better place to find
humor than in the books of P.G. Wodehouse. One can never read too much
Wodehouse, nor re-read one’s favorites too often. He wrote over a hundred
novels, dozens of short stories, along with scripts and screen plays. He teamed
up with Guy Bolton and Jerome Kern to write lyrics for Broadway shows like “Oh,
Boy!” “Have a Heart” and “Leave it too Jane.” In fact, the year Wodehouse wrote
Uneasy Money he had five shows running simultaneously on Broadway.
While Wodehouse never went to University – his schooling ended with
graduation from Dulwich College in 1900 – he was well read, especially in the classics.
Wodehouse used Jeeves, a valet for Bertie Wooster who ate fish and whose
forehead bulged, as his fount of knowledge, particularly when speaking to the
hapless Wooster and his friends. In the Clicking of Cuthbert, Wodehouse
placed himself next to Leo Tolstoi. His character, the “great” Russian novelist
Vladimir Brusiloff speaks: “No novelists
anywhere any good except me. P.G. Wodehouse and Tolstoi not bad. Not good, but
not bad. No novelists any good except me.”
Uneasy Money is one
of Wodehouse’s early novels, written in 1917. It was the second novel he sold
to the “Saturday Evening Post,” cementing his relationship with that magazine,
thus always one of Wodehouse’s favorites. As he writes in its preface, it had
given him a “…minimum of trouble, the
golden words pouring out like syrup.” It came before his better-known
works: the stories of Jeeves and Bertie, and the Blandings’ series, with Lord
Emsworth and his “Empress of Blandings,” an enormous black Berkshire sow. Uneasy
Money which mainly takes place on Long Island, was written while the author
was living there.
Lord Dawlish, or Bill to his friends, is a young man of large stature
whose principal assets are a pleasing personality and a good game of golf. While
amiable, he had low self-esteem: “He had
always looked upon himself as rather a chump – well meaning, perhaps, but an
awful ass.” Wodehouse describes him: “As
a dancer, he resembled a Newfoundland puppy trying to run across a field.” He
is engaged to a beautiful young actress Claire, but she doesn’t want to live on
a shoestring. Without giving the story away – too convoluted for a short review
anyway – Bill, by chance and due to his prowess at golf, inherits a million
dollars, but feels the need to discover who the rightful beneficiaries were,
thus his embarkation from London to New York. Bill admits to having little
knowledge about the new world: “He knew
there had been some unpleasantness between England and the United States in
seventeen-something and again in eighteen-something, but that things had
eventually been straightened out…Of American cocktails he had a fair working
knowledge, and he appreciated ragtime. But of the other great American
institutions he was completely ignorant.”
As in all his novels, the ball of twisted twine eventually untangles. The
right young men get matched with the right young women. The sun shines. Peace
and love prevail. And the reader, like the characters we have come to know, sits
back contentedly in the knowledge that all is well. For Wodehouse, like his lovable character
Uncle Fred, knew his job was to “spread
sweetness and light.” This he still
does, even from beyond the grave.
Read Wodehouse, any of his books, and you will smile all day long! J
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