A superior entry in the Blandings canon,
This review is from: Full Moon: (Blandings Castle) (Paperback)
"Blandings by numbers"? To borrow a gag of Lady Hermione's, stuff and nonsense! For starters, the Empress doesn't even get pignapped. When have you ever known that not to happen? (Well, she does get put in a girl's bedroom briefly, but that hardly counts.) And if you can read even a fraction of the argument scene in Chapter 9 without guffawing like a demented baboon and being invited by your fellow passengers to leave the compartment, you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.
No, I'd rate this one of the superior entries in the Blandings canon. The central theme is the complex pas-de-deux between the hapless suitors Bill Lister and Tipton Plimsoll, which Wodehouse choreographs to perfection. The former loves Prudence, who is guarded with Argus-eyed vigilance by an intimidating aunt; the latter loves her cousin Veronica and believes the former to be a manifestation of delirium tremens resulting from overindulgence in the old tonsil varnish. Add into the mix a misappropriated diamond necklace, Landseer's painting of the Pig at Bay (one of his lesser known works) and Freddie Threepwood doing his witlessly unintentional best to unsmooth the course of true love, and you will appreciate that Uncle Gally has his work cut out for him this time.
Oh, and this is the one whence comes the immortal line: "Prudence made a tired gesture, like a Christian martyr who has got a bit fed up with the lions."