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Ronald Psmith (“the ‘p’ is silent, as in pshrimp”) is always willing to help a damsel in distress. So when he sees Eve Halliday without an umbrella during a downpour, he nobly offers her an umbrella, even though it’s one he picks out of the Drone Club’s umbrella rack. Psmith is so besotted with Eve that, when Lord Emsworth, her new boss, mistakes him for Ralston McTodd, aRonald Psmith (“the ‘p’ is silent, as in pshrimp”) is always willing to help a damsel in distress. So when he sees Eve Halliday without an umbrella during a downpour, he nobly offers her an umbrella, even though it’s one he picks out of the Drone Club’s umbrella rack. Psmith is so besotted with Eve that, when Lord Emsworth, her new boss, mistakes him for Ralston McTodd, a poet, Psmith pretends to be him so he can make his way to Blandings Castle and woo her. And so the farce begins: criminals disguised as poets with a plan to steal a priceless diamond necklace, a secretary who throws flower pots through windows, and a nighttime heist that ends in gunplay. How will everything be sorted out? Leave it to Psmith!...

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Leave It to Psmith Reviews

  • Henry Avila
    2019-04-03 00:03

    Ronald Psmith ( the P is silent) needs a job, he has just quit a good position in the fish market working for his dedicated uncle, who was stunned, can you imagine developing a strange malady against aquatic creatures ? Neither can I...Smith, pardon me, Psmith, puts a want ad in the newspaper, this book being written and set in London in the early 1920's, that gets him on the front page, implying anything for money ... even less than honest work, can be negotiable . Most readers are amused, a few send him silly notes asking him for cash... thousands of pounds... they are discarded into the nearest trash can, but one has possibilities... a mysterious request . From Freddie, the dimwitted son of a rich Earl with a wild scheme, from someone else to be sure. All he has to do is become an impostor, give a lecture about "his" poems as the bogus poet McTodd, an assignment the perpetually unflappable Englishman will enjoy immensely, being one of the few who likes public speaking, words he will enthusiastically recite...the longer the better...and by the way, steal a trifle piece ... diamonds for worthy people, but how to get in? This starts the plot that leads to Blandings Castle a massive home in the English countryside, owned by the absentminded, yet lovable Earl of Emsworth, this gentleman lives for beautiful flowers, constantly annoying his chief gardener, competent Mr. McAllister, with moronic ideas ...A priceless necklace stolen during the switching off of lights, many suspects, intrigue follows, Rupert Baxter, the brainy secretary of his eminence, is watching, but that's the future, first an umbrella, rain in the summer and a gentleman doing a noble deed for a lovely lady in distress. The man is Psmith, naturally, the woman, pretty Eve Halliday, his soon to be love, she distrust the weird but affable man , having borrowed this umbrella in his London club, maybe without permission but seeing the circumstances , Miss Halliday requires one to continue her important walk. The sudden downpour not permitting it, inside magic, the formerly well-to- do Psmith is invited to the castle by the Earl, call him Clarence, the family does, both are members, not having his spectacles, mistakes Mr. Psmith, for a famous, though temperamental Canadian poet, Ralston McTodd who had left before, being insulted by the Lord. And lucky Eve will be working for the less than brilliant Earl in his library, criminals arrive too, everyone including the aristocrat's son wants the jewelry ( and Eve) , that belong to his beautiful aunt, the sister of his father, Lady Constance the formidable, who likes having the not quite honorable literary crowd around. Poets and writers that cause so much mayhem, more than their writings. A delightful , funny book, probably P.G. Wodhouse's best...a hilarious romp into the always interesting view of the idle rich and their parties and vast homes...the wealthy require a lot of entertainment to pass the time and we benefit by their shenanigans. So will you...

  • Melissa
    2019-04-21 22:16

    In trying to explain to my husband exactly why I find Wodehouse so laugh-out-loud funny, I used this passage: "One uses the verb 'descend' advisedly, for what is required is some word suggesting instantaneous activity. About Baxter's progress from the second floor to the first there was nothing halting or hesitating. He, so to speak, did it now." This is a brilliant example of Wodehouse's ability to put it just so, - how can you explain this any better? "Planting his food firmly on a golf-ball which the Hon. Freddie Threepwood, who had been practising putting in the corridor before retiring to bed, had left in his casual fashion just where the steps began, he took the entire stiarcase in one majestic, volplanning sweep." This is an excellent example of Wodehouse's exquisite characterization. I was in tears, tears, imagining that Hon. gentleman, able to see perfectly his plan to practice putting near the stairs & then wandering off absentmindedly. ". . . . He came to rest with a squattering thud on the lower landing, and for a moment or two the fever of the chase left him." Fever of the chase! Slays me! As astute readers of Wodehouse will no doubt know, Baxter always Suspects but when oh when will he ever stop rushing downstairs in the dark to try to catch the criminal? It always ends badly. At least there was no tongue involved in this episode.My husband did not quite get it. But Wodehouse is surely one of the finest comic minds of our time or any time at all. Genius.

  • Jason Koivu
    2019-03-29 20:27

    Why oh why did I wait to read one of Wodehouse's Psmiths? Psmith is a character that resides somewhere between Wooster and Jeeves in temperament and intellect. He's overly confident, but he's got a bit of the old grey matter to back it up. Sometimes he's a little too sure of himself and takes one step too far, too fast. However, Psmith is clever enough to extract himself from the soup before he sinks in too deep. The setting is good old Blandings Castle. So, while Psmith was an unfamiliar character, I was quite familiar with Blandings and its inmates from numerous other Wodehouse books. I'd try to explain the plot, but it would only confuse me further. Basically, we have the usual misunderstandings and deception. Thievery, love, thievery in the name of love, it's all there. The various characters have their desires and foibles, all of which are bouncing off one another throughout, creating havoc and mayhem in often humorous ways.While not my favorite of Wodehouse's books, Leave It To Psmith ranks right up there!

  • Algernon
    2019-04-17 23:06

    [9/10] It is the opinion of most thoughtful students of life that happiness in this world depends chiefly on the ability to take things as they come. When his life starts to smell too strongly of Fish, Psmith feels the need for a change of scenery. I have become acquainted with Psmith (the 'P' is silent) during his college days at Wreckam where he dazzled his colleagues with his nonchalant atitude, his well-cut suits, his ability to fast-talk his way out of the troubles brought about by his love for mischief, his cavalier atitude towards other people's properties that he disguise as practical socialism. I've skipped a couple of his adventures, as they were not easily available at the library, and settled on the fourth book in the series, which sees Mike visiting one of the most popular spots for romance and adventure in the Wodehousian universe: the Blandings Castle.By bringing together one of the most subversive of his characters with one of his most sedate country retreats Wodehouse creates here an explosive mix that will soon have flower-pots flying at the castle's windows, serious people tumbling down staircases in the middle of the night, precious necklaces doing dissapearing acts, stern Aunts putting their foot down, mistaken identities by the bucket and last, but not least, marriage proposals and changes of the heart. Freddie Threepwood, one of the clueless aristocrats in the book, exclaims at one point : "I wish life was a bit more like the movies!" His wish is granted by the author, who puts the screw in screwball once again.So, how exactly did Psmith manage to land at Blandings? As I already mentioned, it has to do with fish and with the redistribution of wealth (in the form of umbrellas) from rich gentlemen to young ladies in distress. There's also an ambitiously creative curriculum vitae that Psmith submits to the newspapers in the hope of landing a job more fitted to his aspirations in life: LEAVE It TO PSMITH! Psmith Will Help YouPsmith Is Ready For AnythingDO YOU WANT Someone To Manage Your Affairs?Someone To Handle Your Business?Someone To Take The Dog For A Run?Someone To Assassinate Your Aunt?PSMITH WILL DO ITCRIME NOT OBJECTED TOWhatever Job You Have To Offer(Provided It Has Nothing To Do With Fish)LEAVE IT TO PSMITH! This announcement comes to the attention of Freddy Threepwood, who is under curfew at Blandings after incurring heavy debts at the racing track. Freddy needs somebody to steal his aunts necklace and offers the job to Psmith. Psmith has his own reasons to accept, as his heart is stolen by a young lady headed for the same old pile of masonry: I am a plain, blunt, rugged man, above the softer emotions as a general thing, but I frankly confess that she stirred a chord in me which is not often stirred. She thrilled my battered old heart, Comrade Walderwick. There is no other word. Thrilled it! Aided by Lord Emsworth's eyesight problems and his tendency to get distracted when he starts to talk at length about his beloved garden, Psmith manages to get invited for a visit, impersonating an American poet. Once there, he dedicates his life almost exclusively to the pursuit of the lovely Eve Halliday, the young lady in need of an umbrella in an earlier chapter. I will not go into all the complications that ensure, other than to mention that misunderstandings and pratfalls and dastardly acts come in rapid succesion, barely leaving the reader time to catch his breath before a fresh screwball assault. Wodehouse is for me a byword for laughter therapy, offering the kind of novel that is almost impossible to read in public places on account of incontrollable guffaws and chuckles. The ingredients of his recipes :- a pastoral setting: an opulent Arcadia where misery or poverty dare not enter or are quickly dealt with, a place that most probably never existed outside the writer's imagination, but one that serves well as a panacea for weary souls. The popularity of Wodehouse is not much different from that of the musicals and posh comedies that dominated the box office during the Great Depression. Here's how a place like this is described in the novel: Market Blandings had a comforting air of having been exactly the same for centuries. Troubles might vex the generations it housed, but they did not worry that lichened church with its sturdy four-square tower, nor those red-roofed shops, not the age-old inns whose second storeys bulged so comfortably out over the pavements. - young people in love: drama is often created by the obstacles put on the path to happiness by grumpy aunts or tight fisted Uncles, by mistaken identities or misdirected affections. The fact that these stories always have a happy ending relieve the reader of anxiety about the outcome, and allow him/her to relax and enjoy the ride. 'Alone?' Psmith looked at her, astonished. 'When you have the chance of being with me? This is a strange atitude.' - a feast of words, witty observations and elaborately constructed phrases that are always a delight to follow thorugh to their logical and hilarious conclusion. I rarely use a dictionary nowadays when I am reading a novel in English, preferring to extract meaning from context when I come upon unfamiliar words, but in the case of Wodehouse I don't want to miss a thing, so I happily look up words like :'solecism' = a phrase that trespasses the rules of grammar'cavilled' = made petty or unnecessary objections. Final words : one of the best novels from the author I have read so far. To use Wodehouse own form of praise, (he came up in an earlier book with 'the bee's knees'), the fourth Psmith adventure can be described as: Well, if this ain't the cat's whiskers! and, You're the snake's eyebrows! and, You're the oyster's eye-tooth!

  • Bruce
    2019-04-07 17:00

    This was a delightful book, quintessential Wodehouse. The hero, Psmith ("the p is silent, as in phthisis, psychic, and ptarmigan"), is a triumph of characterization, urbane, resilient, clever, utterly unflappable, altogether unlike Bertie Wooster (perhaps somewhat closer to Jeeves, though not a valet), from the same pen. I believe that this is only one of a series of novels PFW wrote featuring Psmith, and I would love to read more.I struggle to understand and describe what makes Wodehouse such a unique author. His worlds are unreal and idealistic, crises are crises of only the most modest variety, everything always ends perfectly, all is superficial, droll, and light and ephemeral as fluff, dandelions in the wind. Other authors write escapist literature but seldom of such an amusing and pleasing kind, there being no pretense to its being anything else, no deeper meanings, no hidden agendas. What you read is what you get, simply to be savored, to be relished. Enjoy!

  • Jim
    2019-04-05 17:23

    Reading P. G. Wodehouse can dispel the clouds, bring tulips into bloom in the dead of winter, make adorable putti with parchment scrolls fly around your head, and elicit a hardy laugh at all times. If you have never read Wodehouse, I am deeply sorry for you.Leave It to Psmith is not the best of his novels, but it is as good a place to start exploring his inexhaustible array of country houses, eccentric gentry, American gunmen and their molls, deranged poetesses, rank impostors, hateful and efficient male secretaries, and wayward Scottish gardeners. Not to mention the lovely popsies like Eve Halliday and, yes, all the down-at-heels young men, those... free young spirits who had chafed at the prospect of being herded into the drawing-room on the eventful night to listen to Psmith's reading of Song of Squalor.... As far as the Reggies, Berties, Claudes, and Archies at that moment enjoying Lord Emsworth's hospitality were concerned the thing [i.e., the theft of a necklace] was top-hole, priceless, and indisputably what the doctor ordered. They spent a great deal of their time going from one country-house to another, and as a rule found the routine a little monotonous. A happening like that of the previous night gave a splendid zip to rural life. And when they reflected that, right on top of this binge, there was coming the County Ball, it seemed to them that God was in His heaven and all right with the world. They stuck cigarettes in long holders, and collected in groups, chattering like starlings.If the wacky characters don't get you, there is that wonderfully arresting use of the English language, which will have you guffawing in the library. For instance: "You're the sort of dumb Isaac that couldn't find a bass drum in a telephone booth!" Or, even better: "A depressing musty scent pervaded the place, as if a cheese had recently died there in painful circumstances." Then there is "that not unpleasant emptiness which is the silent luncheon-gong of the soul." One character, the obnoxious but efficient Baxter, "staring through his spectacles, often gave people the impression of possessing an eye that could pierce six inches of harveyized steel and stick out the other side."You may not know any more than I do what is harveyized steel, but you can no doubt appreciate that the English language is being given an intensive workout.Most of the action takes place at Blandings Castle near Market Blandings, where Lord Emsworth is deeply involved in raising prizewinning flowers. If you know your Wodehouse, you will note that I have not mentioned the Empress of Blandings, that prize pig which will in future Blandings novels take up all of Lord Emsworth's considerable devotions. But, in 1924, when Leave It to Psmith was written, Emsworth had not yet taken this little piggy to market.Oh, hell, what can I say. I was intensely amused, as I always am when reading Wodehouse's best efforts, such as this novel.

  • Don
    2019-04-17 22:01

    Word goes 'round the net . . . Don loves this book!I highly recommend this one over all of the Jeeves and Wooster novels. Psmith must have been the inspiration for Bugs Bunny, not in the sense of wacky antics, but more in his ability to talk himself into or out of any situation. Psmith's misplaced self-confidence is the perfect vehicle for Woodhouse's dry British humor. The language alone is worth experiencing.

  • Kyriakos Sorokkou
    2019-04-16 18:28

    Η πορεία μουΔιάβασα το μισό βιβλίο (σελ. 1-164) σε μια βδομάδα και το υπόλοιπο μισό (σελ. 164-328) σε δύο μόνο μέρες. Αυτό θα οφείλεται λογικά στο ότι άρχισε να γίνεται πιο ενδιαφέρον στο δεύτερο μισό και πιθανόν στο ότι πίεσα λίγο τον εαυτό μου να το τελειώσω.Αυτή ήταν η πρώτη μου επαφή με τον P. G. Wodehouse, ένα από τους πιο γνωστούς και καλύτερους ευθυμογράφους του 20ου αιώνα. Αυτό το βιβλίο τ' αγόρασα τέλη Απριλίου όταν το βρήκα στο Book-Depository στην εξαιρετικά χαμηλή τιμή των €4,93 (δωρεάν αποστολή από Η.Β.). Πουθενά δε βρήκα κάτι γι' αυτόν στα ελληνικά, ούτε ένα άρθρο, μια κριτική. Στην αρχή δεν είχα όρεξη να το διαβάσω. Διάβαζα 10-20 το πολύ σελίδες και, αν και εύθυμο το βαριόμουνα. Αλλά στο δεύτερο μισό κάτι άλλαξε. Οι καταστάσεις είχαν τόσο πολύ μπερδευτεί, τόσα ήταν τα twists που άρχισε να γίνεται πιο ενδιαφέρον με αποτέλεσμα να το διαβάσω σε λιγότερο από 48 ώρες και κάτι.Η ιστορία:Ο Psmith (the p is silent as in psychology, psittacosis, pterosaur) βαρέθηκε να καθαρίζει ψάρια και αποφασίζει ν' αλλάξει δουλειά. Όταν στο εστιατόριο της λέσχης που συχνάζει στο Λονδίνο ο Λόρδος Έμσγουορθ ιδιοκτήτης του Κάστρου των Μπλάντινγκς (μιας και είναι στραβός με μυωπία τριψήφιου αριθμού) τον συγχύζει με τον καναδό ποιητή που θα φιλοξενούσε στο κάστρο του. Ο Psmith όμως αντί να του πει «Συγγνώμη κύριε, κάνετε λάθος», λέει «Ναι» και πάει στο κάστρο ως καναδός ποιητής. Να σημειώσουμε ότι ο Psmith συνάντησε προηγουμένως ένα παλιό του συμμαθητή που χρειάζεται οικονομική βοήθεια από τα πεθερικά του για να φτιάξει ένα σπίτι και λίγο αργότερα τον Φρέντυ (τον κάπως χαζό) γιο του Λόρδου Έμσγουορθ. Θέλει κι αυτός οικονομική βοήθεια για να ανοίξει γραφείο ιπποδρομικών στοιχημάτων. Η λύση για να βρεθούν τα χρήματα βρίσκεται στο Κάστρο των Μπλάντινγκς, το περιδέραιο της αδερφής του Λόρδου Έμσγουορθ Λαίδης Κονστάνς αξίας χιλιάδων λιρών. Έτσι το περιδέραιο θα γίνει η πέτρα (ή καλύτερα οι πέτρες) του σκανδάλου και όλοι θα μπουν σε κωμικές καταστάσεις στην προσπάθειά τους να κλέψουν το περιδέραιο και να το χαλάσουν σε λεφτά. Μπάτλερ να κατρακυλούν απ' τις σκάλες. Γλάστρες να πετιούνται μέσα από τα παράθυρα του κάστρου. Ο Psmith να απαγγέλλει ποίηση που δεν έχει ιδέα τι σημαίνει (μιας και δεν είναι δική του). Καμαριέρες σε ρόλο ντετέκτιβ. Ένας λόρδος που η μόνη του ασχολία είναι τα λουλούδια του. Ένας πρώην ντίλερ καζίνου πλοίου που πλέον δεν είναι διότι του λείπει ο δείκτης, μια υποτιθέμενη ποιήτρια. Αυτά και πολλά άλλα γίνονται σ' αυτό το βιβλίο.Σίγουρα θα διαβάσω ξανά P.G. Wodehouse μιας και έγραψε σχεδόν 100 βιβλία και σίγουρα ένα απ' αυτά θα μ' αρέσει ακόμη περισσότερο από το Leave it to Psmith. Παρόλο που του βάζω [7/10] το συστήνω αλλά να είσαστε 100% σίγουροι ότι είστε στο mood για κάτι αστείο γραμμένο σχεδόν 100 χρόνια πριν (1923).

  • Sarah
    2019-04-16 20:13

    Idyllic Blandings Castle is to play host to literary guests, including poets and poseurs, much to Lord Emsworth's dismay. His sister, Lady Constance Keeble, organises their arrival at Blandings, mostly for her own amusement. Lady Constance owns a valuable diamond necklace that she wishes to wear at the house party. Word of this necklace gets about! The entangled plot involves imposters, secretaries, poets, burglars, butlers, maids and a budding romance.Wodehouse writes with beautiful description, snappy dialogue and wonderful timing. It was a gripping, humorous and delightful book.

  • Syl
    2019-04-05 23:13

    After a long gap of a decade or so, delving into the world of Wodehouse again. And boy, aren't I glad that I chose this book? I love PSmith, I love lord Emsworth, and seeing the two meet each other under hilarious circumstances was heavenly. Freddie too was his usual charming self. I thoroughly enjoyed this repeat read, perhaps for the third or fourth time, and I advocate this one as a pickmeup for anyone feeling a bit low.

  • Vimal Thiagarajan
    2019-03-23 17:05

    If Lord Emsworth, Hon Freddie and Psmith combine in one novel, the result can be nothing but a human correspondence course in idiosyncrasy.Greatly enjoyed this novel despite a significant plot-hole in the middle of the plot, which in any other novel would have kept me from completing it. As Wodehouse himself says, 'A humorist has his privileges'.

  • Dan Schwent
    2019-04-09 17:12

    Leave it to Psmith is probably the best of the best as far as P.G. Wodehouse goes. If only he'd written more than four Psmith books.

  • Kavita
    2019-04-03 23:06

    Leave it to Psmith is the first of the Psmith series and the second of the Blanding series. When Freddie Threepwood is at a loss for money, he doesn't do something simple like trying to borrow from his friends or family. Oh no! He concocts a plan to steal his aunt's necklace, and sets into flow a series of events over which he no longer has any control. Fate, Wodehouse's biggest ally, is in full fledged quirkiness and can no longer be trusted.When Psmith arrives at Blandings Castle masquerading as a poet McTodd, he is merely just one of the long series of impostors that the household will host over the years. Baxter is suspicious, but can he prove anything? Are the other guests who they say they are, or someone else completely? Can Blandings ever get rid of these impostors? Will Lord Emsworth ever achieve complete peace and find time to win over McAllister? Leave it to Psmith is hilarious and in typical Wodehouse style, everything turns out happy in the end. Romance, comedy, thriller, crime, and social critique all rolled into one book. This is Wodehouse's speciality and this is a prime example of his works.

  • Antonomasia
    2019-03-21 21:25

    Like quite a few second instalments of crime series - or perhaps any type of popular series I'm less acquainted with - Leave It To Psmith has distinct similarities, in plot, in certain scenes, in paragraphs describing recurring characters, to its predecessor among the Blandings books. Sheer momentum, pithy phrases of dry wit, and the curious loveability of characters who might actually be hard work if we had to deal with them IRL carry it along regardless. However, it does occasionally pale by comparison: the high farce scene of multiple fallings over and china-smashing in the hall at night in Something Fresh has merely a whimpering echo here.Unlike several GR friends, I'm not previously acquainted with Psmith. But his curious and vague form of what might now be called champagne socialism, narrated without a hint of critique - including redistributing other people's property, and at that only to the marginally distressed gentry - I think makes more understandable the political pickle his creator got into during the war, and especially the way that others defended him as naive. I can't recall a character about whom my feelings so often swung between affection and a level of irritation near snapping point. Some of it because, as for the last few months, I'm still set on edge by people who talk excessively without being funny. Much of the rest is Psmith's being a man of his time - more so than the surprisingly modern Ashe Marson, his counterpart in Something Fresh, whose one occasion of resenting being bested by a girl is rounded on as unreasonable by the narrative. But Psmith's over-persistence with Eve, and his feeling that she ought to be around whenever he feels like a chat, gel into a still recognisable personality type along with all that verbosity, apparently vastly demanding of attention. Yet he is kinder and more generous than plenty of those around him, and we are told he strikes everyone as being very nice. His talkativeness seems positively nerdy and boring. Clearly in a minority opinion, I feel he suffers from show-not-tell, the tell contradicting the show; yet he is believable because I've met a handful of people who had great presence and charm whilst saying too much in a way that would be tedious from most others - not to mention a leftwinger who, like Psmith, and to my mind inexplicably, amended their name in a way that made it sound posher. (Incidentally, a conversation with a friend yesterday led to agreement that too many leftwingers now, especially in local level politics, are disorganised and poorly turned out - the dapper Psmith, at least, is neither.) His apparently contradictory traits would probably fit together better on screen, given the right actor, than I felt they did on the page.Having found via this calculator that £500 in 1923 - the sum about which Freddie is in bother at the beginning of the book - is now around £25 000, I multiplied all other amounts mentioned by 500, which makes everything far more weighty: messing about with a £20 000 necklace becomes a matter of far greater nerve if it's £10 million; I was also surprised that buying a farm cost as much as it did, and I'm afraid I uncharitably wondered if Mike and Phyllis could have managed with rather less - albeit this neglects the now barely relatable importance of fitting one's station.Note: must read up on 'the submerged tenth', as mentioned in this & Something Fresh - seems to have been a sociopolitical buzzword of its time defining something like what we might call the underclass or the precariat; not yet clear which. Very interesting: the dilemma of being an upper middle class person fallen on hard times, and trying not to fall further (in a pre-welfare state era) - a sense of belonging to one class culturally but quite another financially - is a theme I had not expected to find in Wodehouse, one which is welcome and surprisingly pertinent (even if these stories do more or less end like fairytales).

  • Kornela
    2019-03-23 17:28

    No one does British humor better than P.G. Wodehouse. His books consistently make me laugh out loud. Best known for the Jeeves and Bertie Wooster series (which is also excellent), Wodehouse wrote over 90 books in his career as well as a few different series. One of these series were the Psmith books. In my opinion, Psmith (pronounced "Smith," with the "p" being silent but giving proper distinction)is his most eccentric, charming, and original character. Because Psmith is so original and clever and bold, trouble and chaos usually follow wherever he goes. Leave It to Psmith is the last of the Psmith books (but you don't need to read them in order)so you can be sure that there is plenty of trouble and chaos in store. There are also misunderstandings, mistaken identities, love affair troubles, and comical situations as only Wodehouse can do them. This is one of Wodehouse's best and a must for anyone appreciating wonderful use of language and comedy.

  • Rebecca
    2019-04-06 17:23

    Hilarious! This was my first encounter with PSmith and it was extremely satisfactory. From the word go so many things were happening till the very end. This was the best of the few Wodehouses Ive read recently.

  • Schuyler
    2019-03-27 17:07

    Heartily enjoyed my first Wodehouse. Review Tuesday.

  • Joy C.
    2019-04-18 00:25

    Aw, I love this book so much! It's just perfect in every way. And I dare you not to love Psmith - he's the best chap ever ^_^.

  • Abigail
    2019-03-23 19:21

    This is probably one of my favorite Wodehouse books now. This was part of the Blandings Castle series. I love the character Psmith! Also Lord Emsworth. Perfectly smashing!

  • Marty Reeder
    2019-04-02 00:08

    Wodehouse. He is a genius. Please know that I do understand what the word "genius" implies, and in his field, this man was a genius. Yes, he is funny. That is now far beyond scrutiny. Yes, he has some pretty clever ideas for stories. But both of these things only give a very limited vision as to the magnitude of his abilities. He knows just how to turn a phrase. A simile, a statement of fact, a single, simple description--these are things that Wodehouse knows how to convert from the mundane, ordinary, passable phrase, into a masterpiece of a sentence. These jewels are scattered throughout, but rather than dwell on them, Wodehouse drops them casually and then moves on without even blinking through his monocle.Another aspect of Wodehouse's genius is his disdain for being satisfied with an enormously complicated plot. His plots are complicated, but he goes beyond that: he complicates them with style. He makes it seem so simple to complicate things so much, so smooth to bring so many ruffles into what would normally be an easy plot to follow. And even when the twists are predictable (as many of them are), Wodehouse tends to bring them about in unpredictable ways. And then he also throws in the unpredictable, and those are fun too.Now, as for Psmith. This was a fun romp through Blandings Castle with memorable characters, as always. Psmith is one of Wodehouse's most flawless heroes so far (as in, not always stupid); and he is a lot of fun along the way. Anyone who changes their name from "Smith" to "Psmith" (the P is silent) cannot help but be anything but fun. And then there is the ever-glorious Lord Emsworth. He elicits a giggle with every moment on paper. Silly to the sophisticated extreme. Plus others. Unfortunately, unlike Pigs With Wings the indomitable, and laugh-out-loud funny Galahad was not present in this narrative. I understand why--he and Psmith are probably too similar in a lot of ways. But his presence was missed anyway.Another failing of Leave It to Psmith is that it takes a little while to set everything up in the story, and then it wraps up altogether too quickly. Everything is wrapped up, but some things more sloppily than others, and I feel that the aforementioned genius of Wodehouse made me expect a cleaner, crisper getaway. Ah well. That is getting extremely picky, and I will happily, if not eagerly pick up another Wodehouse to follow more of the silly, sophisticated fun. Expect more soon ... probably after another depressing or heavy read, since Wodehouse is my favorite antidote for such a thing. Hmmmm. It almost makes me want to pick up a depressing read right now to speed up my chances of another Wodehouse adventure. Almost.

  • Rajan
    2019-03-22 23:01

    Reading Wodehouse is pure bliss. His writing style seems simple but it is not. Wodehouse is a genius and he painstakingly creates humor out of ordinary everyday situations. It is not slap stick, satire or comic. It is pure unadulterated humor. Reading Wodehouse is the best stress buster and anti-depressant. He doesn’t claim to very highly literary writing prowess. In his own words “I believe there are two ways of writing novels. One is making a sort of musical comedy without music and ignoring real life altogether; the other is going deep down into life and not caring a damn...”.Wodehouse believed that one of the factors that made his stories humorous was his view of life, and he stated that "If you take life fairly easily, then you take a humorous view of things. It's probably because you were born that way." "For a humorous novel you've got to have a scenario, and you've got to test it so that you know where the comedy comes in, where the situations come in … splitting it up into scenes (you can make a scene of almost anything) and have as little stuff in between as possible."Bandings castle and its characters is one the best of his creations. All other charaters Jeevs, Ukridge, Bertram Wooster, Psimth, Mulliner, Clarence Threepwood, Sebastian Beach, Ashe Marson, Joan Valentine, J. Preston Peters, Aline Peters, Freddie Threepwood, Mrs. Twemlow, Mrs. Bell, Richard Jones, George Emerson, Lord Stockheath, Adams, Rupert J. Baxter, Thorne, George Threepwood, Ann Warblington, Merridew, James, Alfred, Mildred Mant, Horace Mant, Judson, Algernon Wooster, Bishop of Godalming, Billy, Muriel, Dr. Bird, Slingsby, Chester, Ferris, Miss Willoughby etc are highly likable.I think there will not be a single person who cannot like Wodehouse.

  • Martin
    2019-04-09 23:27

    Hands down, one of PG Wodehouse's best books, and - at almost 300 pages - with a surprisingly negligible amount of garrulous padding. And the title character, Psmith? As verbose as they come, yet so full of charm, you cannot help but like the guy. Humour, love, assumed identities, misunderstandings - in short, everything we love about Wodehouse's books - it's all here. And to top it all off, one of the best endings I've read: all wrapped up neatly, and oh so perfectly. A gem!

  • Jessica Healy
    2019-03-28 00:27

    So, I read a lot of Wodehouse when I was.... fourteen? fifteen? sixteen? I don't remember. Some time during adolescence. And I did what I used to do a lot back then, which was find an author I enjoyed, and read EVERYTHING by them, and then get sick of them and never return. For years whenever Wodehouse came up I would simultaneously grin and groan. It's a strange disconnect to enjoy something so thoroughly as to be utterly done with it forever. (I have the same thing with Terry Pratchett, which makes me very sad, because I would love to be able to enjoy Terry Pratchett again, but I haven't read any since Thief of Time, except for The Shepherd's Crown, which I couldn't even finish, but I did go to the convention and that was fun and I'd like to go to the next one, except I feel like such a fraud). ANYway. Wodehouse came up as a bookclub pick, so, after... some amount... of years, I revisited. And, okay, it was fun. I'm glad it was a Psmith book because Psmith was always my favourite. (I know, I know, Jeeves & Wooster, that's what you think when you think Wodehouse. You are mistaken. Psmith is better. Why? you ask, and I'll tell you. I will definitely you why. Just not now.) (Ask me again, someday when we're both nursing a diaquiri and it's evening in late August and the scent of jacaranda* is in the air and the sound of children's laughter is in the distance and my PhD thesis is due and you have an important meeting in the morning but we're both trying to prolong the last of the late summer days before the humdrum hectic pace of life beckons us away from long days of lazy reading and meandering discussion.) And I enjoyed it. I really did. BUT. But. I also didn't enjoy it at all. I have this terrible affliction whereby I forgive everything in the books I love, and forgive absolutely nothing in the books I do not love. Example: L.J. Smith. I love LJ Smith. I grew up with her. Her books were the first books I LOVED with any real, individualistic intensity. (I mean, there were books I loved when I was a kid... Two shoes, new shoes, bright shiny blue shoes.... and, you know, there were rites of passage, like Marita Conlon McKenna, and for all my tween years I thought I loved her, but it was only because she was one of the first 'chapter' books I read and not because that maudlin trial that is Under The Hawthrorn Tree said anything to me about life or literature) But there are problems with LJ Smith. She has a fixation on the good, pure woman redeeming the dark, complex man. She has a troubling obsession with virginity. She is, I often fear, not one of the world's best writers. And yet. AND YET. I LOVE her. I have loved her, passionately and constantly, throughout my entire my life. I read her books over and over. Every new phase of my life makes me view them differently. My relationship with those books changes every few years, it grows and it develops, and I think probably my actual, human relationships, are not so nuanced or versatile, or enduring or meaningful or cathartic or heartbreaking or constant. I forgive all of her flaws. Without that love and devotion, I find even mino flaws hard to forgive.The thing about books is that your relationship with them is always filtered through your own experience. The book does not change. YOU change. Your interpretation of it changes. Your experience of it changes. And it's the perfect, empirical, scientifically sound way to test your hypotheses about how you have changed. You can't do it with people. People change. You can't have a conversation with someone, and then talk about the same thing reaching different conclusions ten years later, and think that it turned out differently because you were different. The other person is also different. People are variables. YOU are a variable. Books are constant. If books were people, maybe they could tell you the ways in which you had changed. Maybe they would have opinions about you, judgements. Maybe they could tell you what you were doing differently, why they loved you then but they don't now, why you loved them then, and think you don't, now. All of this is to say, I read Wodehouse when I was a teenager, and I loved him. I read Wodehouse in my thirties (that sounds way old**; okay then, in my 'thirty'?) and I did not love him so much. I know what I used to love - I used to love young men, being irreverent to the monolithic archetypes surrounding them. What I don't love, now - those irreverent young men. They no longer seem, to me, to be separate from the monolithic culture surrounding them. Now, I just see... privilege? I read Leave It To Psmith, and I think, why not Leave It To Eve? (I really liked Eve). I think, why is Psmith addressing everybody as 'Comrade'? He's not a socialist. Nothing about this book is truly concerned with issues of class. I mean, yes, it's a little bit about class. And it's clear that the younger generation, Psmith and Freddie and Mike and Phyllis and Eve, they're not the same as their parent's generation. Batty old Lord Emsworth is derided, the aristocracy is irrelevant, the old ways are not the new was... you can see the generational tensions, you can see the changes in society beginning.... And yet. AND YET. I just. I don't know. Maybe I've spent too much time on the internet or something. But I find it difficult to enjoy this kind of thing anymore. It just screams 'rich old white guys!!!!' to me. And I'm sure I'm being unfair. And I'm probably thinking much too much about books that are, really, just supposed to amusing. Books that parody the kind of people I think of as parodies. Books that probably agree with me more than I think they do. They are, after all, making fun of people whom I cannot take seriously. Maybe it's not all that political. Maybe I just liked Wodehouse for a while and now I no longer do.I don't know. I don't know what I really feel about PG Wodehouse, or what I'm trying to say, exactly. Only that, I used to enjoy this, and now I don't. And I only have vague impressions as to why. And I feel a terrible sense of of loss, but I don't know, exactly, what I've lost. If books were people, maybe they could tell me. Maybe they could say, hey, your love affair with privileged young men began at such a point, and ended at such a point. Maybe they could say, when you read me first, you were just having fun, when you read me again, you were looking for something fantastical that you want to exist outside of yourself but only, actually, exists within, and stop foisting it all onto me, okay?? Maybe, if books were people, Leave It To Psmith would say to me, "Jeez, why the hell are you blaming me for all your crap?" And I wouldn't really have a good answer. Because you were there, Psmith. I might say. Because you were constant and I was not. Because you know what you are, and I am ever changing. Because once you fit in, and now you don't fit in, but fitting and not fitting make no difference to you, you stay the same, but such things affect me terribly, painfully, in ways I cannot articulate. Because you are funny, where I am derivative. Because you are something, whereas I am nothing. I think there was a time, during my life, when I did not take comedy so seriously. And I think there was a time, during this review, when we were both just drinking diaquiris and enjoying the sunshine and not getting caught up in existential crises with fictional characters. Let's return to that time. I used to LOVE P.G. Wodehouse. I currently, kind of like P.G. Wodehouse. In small doses. That is all.****I have no idea what a jacaranda is, or smells like. It just... it just fit.**I know, I know. Thirty is not actually old. It is though, when it's the oldest you've ever been. But, yeah, I know, I'll be fifty, and then I'll be seventy, and then maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll get to be ninety (but probably not, because I used to smoke and I drink a lot and I don't sleep enough and I eat too much sugar and I don't consciously exercise and who wants to be senile and incontinent anyway? and I'm not, now, actually OLD. But tell me, how do you stop feeling old when you are ALWAYS, at every moment of your life, the OLDEST that you have ever been??)***Yeah, it's not ALL. But it's enough for now.

  • Teri-K
    2019-04-08 17:20

    Well, I'm a big fan of Jeeves and Wooster and I like the Blandings Castle books I've read so far, but this one was just so-so. I kept asking myself why I wasn't enjoying it more and I think the problem was Psmith. These books are meant to be zany fun, and Psmith is mostly dull. I also didn't like the way he started out just flat out lying to people - I don't care how much he wanted to be with Eve, who was dull too. There wasn't enough of the funny folks like Freddy and Lord Emsworth and there was too much of the not funny like Psmith and that dreadful couple how couldn't agree how to handle their money. This one was barely 2 stars for me. Give me Bertie's well-meant clumsy machinations any day.

  • Two Bibliomaniacs
    2019-03-25 18:23

    Have we mentioned before that we love P.G. Wodehouse? No? Hummmm, well, our research department is woefully underfunded and we’re far too lazy to delve back into the archives ourselves... Just in case, we’ll mention it again. We love P.G. Wodehouse.Fed up with the fish trade, eccentric good guy, Ronald Psmith is keen on a career change. To facilitate this urge, he takes out a classified add offering a rather ambitious range of services:“Leave it to Psmith. Psmith will help you. Psmith is ready for anything. Do you want: Someone to manage your affairs. Someone to handle your business. Someone to take your dog for a run. Someone to assassinate your aunt. Psmith will do it. Crime not objected to. Whatever job you have to offer. Provided it has nothing to do with fish. Leave it to Psmith. Address applications to R. Psmith Box 365. Leave it to Psmith.” Not surprising the advert catches the attention of Freddie Threepwood who, as it happens, requires help stealing a pricey necklace from his aunt (all for a good cause). The job will take all the cunning and strategery Psmith can muster. Plus, if he’s lucky he might be able to win the girl too...In researching this review, we discovered that Leave it to Psmith is actually the 4th book in the Psmith series - another shining example of information that would have been nice to know a few weeks ago. Fortunately, this novel was perfectly satisfactory on its own. The character of Psmith is likeable from the beginning and we found ourselves anxious to find out what he was going to say or do next. And then there was oft imprudent, Freddie Threepwood, who provided the perfect balance. Why do the names Bertie and Jeeves suddenly come to mind???The treat of any Wodehouse novel is found in the dialogue. There’s probably an intelligent term for his writing method, but he has a way of striking right at the core of our funny bone (minus the tingly numb sensation). We love everything from expressions like, “dash it” and “right ho” to the more complex humor, like how Lord Emsworth reacts to the flowerpot scene.Overall, Leave it to Psmith was brilliant novel and classic literature at its funniest (or at least funnier). If you haven’t read something by Wodehouse, you really are missing out... we’re not judging though...

  • Harv Griffin
    2019-03-23 22:08

    My dad was always after me to read P.G. Wodehouse, particularly the Psmith novels. Dad would say, "The P is silent like in swimming."LEAVE IT TO PSMITH is by far my favorite Wodehouse novel. Chasing a girl, Psmith follows her to a mansion, where he blithely impersonates a poet to gain access.When I first read this in college, during a lazy day when I had spare moments, I laughed so hard at one of the descriptions that I fell out of bed. I remember wheezing uncontrollably on the floor until it actually hurt! “Have you known Lord Emsworth long?” asked Eve. “I met him for the first time the day I met you.” “Good gracious!” Eve stared. “And he invited you to the castle?” Psmith smoothed his waistcoat. “Strange, I agree. One can only account for it, can one not, by supposing that I radiate some extraordinary attraction. Have you noticed it?” “No!” “No?” said Psmith, surprised. “Ah, well,” he went on tolerantly, “no doubt it will flash upon you quite unexpectedly sooner or later. Like a thunderbolt or something.” “I think you’re terribly conceited.” “Not at all,” said Psmith. “Conceited? No, no. Success has not spoiled me.” “Have you had any success?” “None whatever.”@hg47

  • S Prakash
    2019-03-24 16:03

    A laugh a line is what makes it a riot of raucous laughter. Psmith( P silent as in Psychology), with his entourage of friends, acquaintances, buffoons and imposters sets the stage for non stop guffaws at Lord Emsworth's Blandings Castle. Each of the characters have singular obsessons; like Lord Emsworths passion for his garden, Lady Constanance for the company of poets, Threepwood for movies only to be matched by the singular aversion for fish by Psmith.The setting of Wodehouse's novels in the picteresque Britain of serene times, where in every thing seems to happen at a leisurely pace; transposes one into tranquil good old times. One of the greatest word smiths as he is; he has a gay knack of making even the rogues of his novels greatly lovable. This novel is all about everyone trying to outsmart eachother inorder to flick lady Constanance's diamond necklace and the ensuing comedy of errors. The beauty of this book is the number of joyful characters who start on their own and as the story moves forward how these characters get connected seamelessly; at one point in time it looks like an intricate web, that one has to make an effort to revisit the character's roots of connect with the other. Guess, Wodehouse must be drawing big flow charts before starting on a story. A sure shot syrup for any one suffering from blues..

  • Amy
    2019-03-30 21:15

    4.5 starsWhat a relief to read something genuinely funny and enjoyable! P.G. Wodehouse is incredible. Leave it to Smith is a rambling, interconnected story about a diamond necklace, several schemes to steal said necklace, and a man named Psmith (the P is silent) hired to assist with those schemes. Though I suppose Psmith is the main character, the novel does an incredible job narrating several plot points and providing a great, entangled romp of a story.If I have one complaint, it would be that it could have used more development of the main couple's romance. (I love how Psmith fell in love but I'm not sure I understood how Eve did.)Very much worth reading!

  • Annie Hawthorne
    2019-04-05 16:11

    Wodehouse is the genius of British humor. I can't believe I've existed for twenty years without ever reading his books before. What was wrong with me? Needless to say, if you have yet to read any of his thoroughly delightful works, fix that before you're a month older. Do. It. His writing is hysterical and a breath of fresh air. But be warned, reading Wodehouse whilst cooking a meal is a bad idea. Not if you want your food to survive.

  • Julie
    2019-03-26 21:23

    It’s been quite a while since I’ve read any Wodehouse, so when I saw this at the library book sale, I picked it up and was immediately taken with the line “the ‘p’ is silent, as in pshrimp.” This is just what one would expect: mistaken identity, an absent-minded peer, an imperious dowager, young love, a fluttering poetess, laugh-out-loud lines, and a picturesque English manor as the main setting.