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Even before checking copyright page, I notice a difference in tone between Wodehouse earlier and later (say post WWII) books. The later books feel a bit more tired, a bit more recycled, less vital. I am running out of the earlier books (sobs...) and anyway this was irresistibly calling my name wanting to be read. It´s weaker somehow than the 1930s Jeeves books, but still hilarious. Bertie pretends to be Gussie, Gussie pretends to be Bertie, their friend Catsmeat pretends to be Bertie´s valet. We meet Jeeves´s uncle Charlie. Jeeves breaks a record in number of affairs managed and juggled in this book. Even subpar Wodehouse is a delight.