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A multifandom commentfest for tiny to medium British fandoms of all kinds. All fanworks welcome. (Click on the banner for the link.)
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A multifandom commentfest for medium-tiny British fandoms of all kinds. All fanworks welcome. (Click on the banner for the link.)
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A multifandom commentfest for medium-tiny British fandoms of all kinds. All fanworks welcome. (Click on the banner for the link to my LJ.)
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I`m hoping to find a few more people to talk to about Psmith, so I decided to come bearing gifts:

Title: We are essentially versatile.
Word count: 846
Summary: Psmith thinks, Mike sleeps, and some kind of resolution is reached.

Jackson, it transpired, was something of an octopus when he slept. Psmith considered it deeply impolite of him to endanger a man’s composure so, but couldn’t quite work out a way to approach the thing.

AO3 | DW | LJ
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"I say, Jeeves, this community's dashed quiet."

"Indeed, sir."

"Needs a bit of peppering up, what?"

"As you say. Might I make an observation, sir?"

"By all means. Knock yourself out."

"It had occurred to me that if we wished to see the community more active, it might be advisable to post occasional discussion prompts. A request for fic recs, for example, might be apropos."

"I say, Jeeves! I think you've hit the nail on the head there."

"Thank you, sir."

"So, I should just ask for fic recs, then?"


"Any particular sort, or just fic recs in general, do you think?"

"I would suggest casting a wide net, sir. Any fic set during the community's period of interest would seem appropriate."

"Well, tally ho then!"
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I thought fellow Wodehouse fans might want to know about the current competition held by The Book Depository. You can win all 70 of the hardback Everyman editions of P.G. Wodehouse's novels if you answer their (fairly easy) three questions. The competition is open until the end of March.

Spring Fever Competition

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I didn't see any of Leverage last year, not even any commercials for it; but the fan reviews I read motivated me to try this season's episodes. I started with S1 E1, the Beantown Bailout Job. You know the scene in the bar after the play, when they're all saying What I Did on My Summer Vacation? ("...we are doing some very hinky things in Pakistan." "And what did you do, Elliot?" "I was in Pakistan." ) And they're all saying how bored they are, committing regular old crime, how it was so much more fun being good guys and having daring adventures? That's when I realized: These are the heirs of the Saint.

You may have seen the movie starring Val Kilmer. Ignore that. It didn't convey the mood of the Saint canon at all. The movie was violent and grim and desperate. The book Saint tended to smile, even in straits that seemed grim to the lay eye, because he saw it all as a game; he was having fun.

The Saint was a con man's con man. He would fall into conversation with a clever man who had this nifty device to extract gold from the air, or some such, and who just needed a little capital for the patent fees...and the encounter would end with the clever man completely cleaned out of money and the Saint strolling away whistling.

He didn't identify exactly as a con man. He described himself as a buccaneer: pirate, or maybe closer to privateer. He was comfortable and competent at fighting, picking locks, shadowing people... oh, just read the author's own description (from Catch the Saint)

In the course of his good works, of which he himself was not the smallest beneficiary, the man so paradoxically called the Saint had assumed many roles and placed himself in such a fantastic variety of settings that the adventures of a Sinbad or a Ulysses had by comparison all the excitement of a housewife's trip to the market. His range was the world. His identities had encompassed cowboy and playboy, poet and revolutionary, hobo and millionaire. The booty he had gathered in his years of buccaneering had certainly made the last category genuine: The assets he had salted away would have made headlines if they had been exposed to counting. He could have comfortably retired at an age when most men are still angling for their second promotion. But strong as the profit motive was as a factor in his exploits, there were other drives which would never allow him to put the gears of his mind permanently in neutral and hang up his heels on the stern rail of a yacht. He had an insatiable lust for action, in a world that squandered its energies on speeches and account books. He craved the individual expression of his own personal ideals, and his rules were not those of parliaments and judges but those of a man impatient to accomplish his purposes, according to his own lights, by the most effective means available at the moment.

He pulled some capers for himself, some to help out other individuals, and a few against major villains who were a threat to the general welfare. He was mainly UK-based, although when the author, Leslie Charteris, started traveling to the U.S. and dealing with Hollywood, the Saint did too.

The canon runs from 1928 through most of the rest of the 20th century, the exact end date depending on whether you count collaborations or licensed works. I can particularly recommend the short stories collected in The Saint Intervenes (1934) as giving a good view of his cheerful style and varied activities.

(Crossposted from my journal.)
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Has everyone here already found the Random Wodehouse Quote Generator?

Every time you refresh the page you get a new quotation from his stories. It's usually just a sentence or two, showcasing his charmingly odd descriptions and the bits of dialogue that most authors could not plausibly set up their characters to deliver.
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I've just started reading Bachelors Anonymous. It shows Wodehouse's usual deftness with language, but overall I find I prefer his short stories to his novels. The fluffy whimsy which makes his style so much fun works fine in shorter, simpler plots, but I have trouble suspending that much disbelief and keeping track of a larger cast in the longer works.

What are your Wodehouse favorites?
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