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4.0 out of 5 stars
The Adventures of Wodehouse, 15 Oct 2007
In `The Adventures of Sally' like in `Jill the Reckless' before it, Wodehouse has managed to create a heroine surprisingly convincingly by reaching outside the framework of farce and by not using the female characters as props or part of the scenery but as the central figure in the narrative.
The story is very much the opposite of `Jill the Reckless'; Where Jill lost her fortune and her fiancée Sally has not only inherited a fortune but is having men throw their hearts at her feet whenever she ventures out. Again, unusually for Wodehouse, all the characters are exactly as they are introduced to us, although some of them are as black hearted as a typical Wodehouse villain, no-one is using an assumed name or pretending to be a royal consort rather than a jewellery thief.
Despite these shifts of the sands as a book it ticks all the boxes and Wodehouse brings the courtship of Sally and Ginger through the business of a musical comedy and leaves us feeling that this is the best of all possible worlds descried in the best of all possible words. The Wodehouse maxim always seems to be why use six words when thirty six will cover the red and the black. Take Ginger on looking for work `You've no notion how well these blighters seem to be able to get along without my help. I've tramped all over the place, offering my services, but they all say they'll carry on as they are.' We can only hope Sally and Wodehouse can steer him into something worthwhile.
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4.0 out of 5 stars
A good read, but not vintage Wodehouse, 25 May 2001
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"The Adventures of Sally" is one of PG Wodehouse's earlier comic novels, and, as such, does not display the confident style of his most famous works. However, below-par Wodehouse is still very good, and it's interesting to see how such an esteemed author made his start.
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4.0 out of 5 stars
Sally's a peach, 19 July 2009
There are very few women at all in Wodehouse's earliest works -- which were mostly school stories, so it's not surprising, of course -- and when females did make an appearance they tended to be rather angelic and drippy, probably deriving from sentimental Victorian portrayals of womanhood. In the 1920s, however, came something new: a cluster of novels about free-spirited, independent young women making their own way in the world. It's possible that Wodehouse was influenced by his adopted daughter Leonora, who was very much a girl of the 1920s. I think, too, he simply realised that sentimentality is the enemy of comedy, and that comedy was the way forward for him. (And it's easy to forget how many other genres he had worked in.) The only drippy woman you find in his great works of the 1930s is Madeleine Bassett, and you know what she's like.
Perhaps a touch of sentimentality lingers in the descriptions of Sally's small hands and caring nature, but for all that she's unmistakably modern. She has a wonderfully brusque, cheerful way of dealing with the world, whether she's rejecting the advice from all her friends about what to do with her inheritance, or dealing with a stammering young man who's in love with her, or deflating her pompous windbag of a brother, or side-stepping her drunken ex-fiance. She's the smartest person in the book. Unfortunately it's a man's world she lives in, and the men are gumps at best, and it's up to women like Sally and the equally no-nonsense Miss Winch to pick up the pieces when brothers, fiances and husbands make a hash of things.
The Adventures of Sally isn't Wodehouse's finest, of course. Farce, not romantic comedy, was his true calling. But it bubbles along with great comic verve, and gets four stars only because if you give it five what will you give The Code of the Woosters? As always with Wodehouse, the best bits are also the lightest and most trivial. Here is Sally, on finding herself trapped in a lift with a young man, determinedly making conversation with him:
"Better start with names. Mine is Sally Nicholas. What's yours?"
"Mine? Oh, ah, yes, I see what you mean."
"I thought you would. I put it as clearly as I could. Well, what is it?"
"Kemp."
"And the first name?"
"Well, as a matter of fact," said the young man, "I've always rather hushed up my first name, because when I was christened they worked a low-down trick on me!"
"You can't shock me," said Sally, encouragingly. "My father's name was Ezekiel, and I've a brother who was christened Fillmore."
Mr. Kemp brightened. "Well, mine isn't as bad as that... No, I don't mean that," he broke off apologetically. "Both awfully jolly names, of course..."
"Get on," said Sally.
"Well, they called me Lancelot. And, of course, the thing is that I don't look like a Lancelot and never shall. My pals," he added in a more cheerful strain, "call me Ginger."
"I don't blame them," said Sally.
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It's remarkable how fresh this still sounds, given that it was written nearly a century ago. (1922). Having survived this long, there's every hope that Wodehouse will be read forever. It certainly cheers you up to see all his works -- even these minor ones -- reprinted in no less than two new editions, and the bookshops dedicating several yards of shelf to him alone.
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