Of all authors, P.G. Wodehouse is perhaps the most guilty of re-cycling his plot devices. Visiting a country house under an alias, writing a scandalous memoir, weaselling out of an engagement or, of course, stealing or nobbling a pig, all occur so frequently in Wodehouse plotlines that stories can seem to merge together. As faults go it isn't the worst. Even Jane Austen wasn't afraid to lift the odd bit of a situation from book to book, though she never managed to work pig-nobbling into any. For an author of the calibre of, say, Jeffrey Archer it would be a crippling flaw but for a P.G. Wodehouse it doesn't matter a jot.
Every Story, no matter how reminiscent the plot, is a joy to read, and every character, from the stream of slightly defective pig-men to the ultimate, dapper, man-about-town Sir Galahad Threepwood, is perfectly crafted and described. Every one has its chuckle-out-loud moment and when not laughing you're smiling.
Wodehouse is the ultimate test of the "Marmite theorem": if you love one of his books you will love them all, dislike one (foul creature that you are) and you need never visit another. If you love P. G. W., buy this book - and then all the others.