Few 20th-century writers could be more quintessentially English than Pelham Grenville “Plum” Wodehouse. His name guarantees an escape into a lost world of upper-class frivolity: Mayfair lounge lizards, dreamy, pig-loving earls, inscrutable butlers and, of course, the “mentally negligible” Bertie Wooster and his omniscient manservant Jeeves, who happen to be celebrating their centenary this year.
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