The main action is featured around authors, both real and
imposter. In this case, both types are
poets, one male and the other female.
Going by his portrayal of them, Wodehouse does not seem to have much
time for the discipline. The female poet’s
oeuvre is of the twee and sentimental variety.
Wodehouse’s scorn is palpable, even more so when it is revealed that she
has quite a lucrative career from it.
Perhaps not coincidentally, she is also a master con-artist, so take
that as you will. The implications are
scathing, and make me wonder if Wodehouse had an enforced diet of treacle-laden
verse shoved down his throat when he was in school.
The other author is a male poet who pens verse that no one
seems to comprehend. He is impersonated
by Psmith, who attempts to present the man as a more relatable fellow than he
verses would suggest. Many comments are
made about how he is not what people were expecting. It is likely that the comment was made to
heighten the comic effect of the impersonation, but I start to wonder if
Wodehouse was plagued by poets whom he found to be tedious. After all, he would continue the trope of a
schoompy poetess in Madeline Bassett, whose signature damming phrase is that
she refers to stars as, “Nature’s daisy chain.”
The one author that Wodehouse seems to respect if Rosie M.
Banks, who does not appear in this novel.
She specializes in women’s literature (probably early 20th
century chick lit), but her character is sensible enough to earn
admiration. Ms. Banks is not the sort to
lapse into mooning text, and I sense that Wodehouse saw a lot of himself- or
another author that he admired- in her no nonsense approach to giving people
what they want. It also helps that she
is not hurting for cash and is one of a long line of Wodehouse female
characters who is the economic powerhouse of the couple, but that falls into
the list of things that need to be addressed at another time.
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