The best literature is ageless. We still enjoy the period pieces of Jane Austen and Charles Dickens, despite the fact that the worlds they described have vanished into the past, because we empathise with the characters and love the writing.
Unfortunately, "The Freaks of Mayfair" by E F Benson is not in that class. The stories in the book were published in 1916. The "freaks" and their attitudes so cuttingly caricatured by Benson would have been completely understood and enjoyed by British audiences probably up to World War 2, by which time the world encapsulated in the stories had largely been swept away.
Today it all seems so dated, with many of the detailed allusions and asides completely lost to modern readers, except, perhaps to British readers who may still be familiar with the Mayfair world of long ago.
Of course, many of the stories can still be enjoyed, because the attitudes Benson pokes fun at still exist and we can make the mental leap from a vanished world to the world of today. Everyone can enjoy taking down a snob, or a social climber, or a worldly cleric, or an elderly person decrying the lamentable standards of modern youth, or parasites who batten (and fatten) on the hospitality of others. Less acceptable today is making fun of the gay. All such stories are in the book.
My main gripe is that Benson works his material too hard. His stories are generally too [...], and, by overdoing it, he alienates the reader (at least this one). Sometimes less is more. Understatement can be just as effective as a megaphone.
There are a few wonderful patches of writing in the book, but the reader has to plough through much dross before uncovering the gems.