Just finished reading my first P. G. Wodehouse book. And it's all the rage, I mean quite a gas. Written in 1936, it would be the perfect introduction of the era to a student interested in social culture between say, 1928 and 1940.
You enter into it's world, and am soon consumed by cliché, inundated by stereo-type, and embarrassed by racist reference--but still, it's a fascinating window into a bygone era, and full of hi-jinx and hilarity.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
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