I completed book #11 of the year last night, Much Obliged, Jeeves!, written by P.G. Wodehouse in 1971, when the writer was 90-years-old. This was the second to last of the Jeeves and Wooster books, and continues threads of a narrative begun in the 1938 book, Code of the Woosters. As I say, no one ever gets old in Woosterworld, they just get a bit fatter.
If you did not know that the book was written by a nonagenarian, well… you wouldn’t be able to guess. It’s a passable installment, noticeably creakier than early Jeeves and Wooster books, but more interesting than most of the Jeeves and Wooster stories from the 50s and 60s. The text is much more self-conscious than earlier books. Wooster (the ostensible writer) describes himself several times as “ejaculating” (in the sense of a surprised or vehement sudden verbal outburst) and then immediately wondering if that’s really the word he wants to use. By the end of the novel, he decides on “vociferate” as a safer choice.