My rating: 3 of 5 stars
P.G. Wodehouse being my favourite author was always going to make this book rather a mixed bag for me. On the one hand, having seen Hugh Laurie’s and Stephen Fry’s excellent series Jeeves and Wooster, and armed with faces to go with my imagination, Laurie’s bumbling reprisal and Fry’s excellent “Indeed, sir”, another Wooster novel would hit exactly right spots. On the other hand, to match the lyrical qualities of the Plum, in my opinion, is not a feat that anyone can easily emulate. Sebastian Faulks comes close though.
The plotting is not as intricate as Wodehouse’s. There’s only a couple of misunderstandings – not the typical fare for a Wooster novel. And while the story did flow, I think it was more the Hollywood-brain-washed with romcoms part of me that urged me to keep reading the book – the expectation of the big romantic payoff and the big kiss in front of hundreds of people spurring me on to the last pages of the book. The book did not disappoint in this regard, although as a perfect emulation of Wodehouse, it does perform sub-par. As an official fan-fiction, it is quite entertaining.