Uneasy Money Book

Uneasy Money is one of my least favorite P.G. Wodehouse book in the history of me reading P.G. Wodehouse books. The characters are flat. The writer's trademark humor is almost completely absent. The story is boring.

This rags-to-riches, boy-meets-girl tale unnecessarily drags on at a languid pace. The premise is ridiculous, yet not ridiculous enough to be funny. Unlikely romances in which the rich guy falls for the poor girl were all the rage in the early 1900s, so I'm led to understand, and this is another one of them. More's the pity.

However, it's still written with an apt hand. Again, I'm led to believe this dime-a-dozen genre of romance often had less than a nickel's worth of quality imbued within its prose. So, the best I can say for Uneasy Money is that the words are all there, in the right order with a proper beginning, middle and end. It's just, the end couldn't come fast enough for me.

I did a little research, checked out his bibliography and such, and I feel confident in saying that in future I should steer clear of any pre-1920s Wodehouse. That's all right, since the man wrote steadily into the 1970s. I once saw an interview with him in which the interviewer asked how many books he'd written. He said something to the effect that he'd written a book a year all his life, and since he was 84 he guessed he'd written 84 books. It was like something out of the mouth of Bertie Wooster.