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A review by scribicide
A Damsel in Distress by P.G. Wodehouse
3.0
I’ve wanted to read Wodehouse for ages and am disappointed that I picked this one at random as my introduction to his books. The snappy, wry descriptions and the hijinks were all extremely enjoyable, but I just couldn’t overlook the pervasive fatphobia, which even becomes central to the plot in the last act.
Reggie Bing was a delight, though. “Hullo-ullo-ullo! There you are! I mean to say, what?" Also loved moments like this:
I know what it means to be in love, dear old soul. I say, Maud, old thing, do you find love puts you off your stroke? What I mean is, does it make you slice your approach-shots?"
Maud laughed.
"No. It hasn't had any effect on my game so far. I went round in eighty-six the other day."
Reggie sighed enviously.
After spending time with him, I feel like I have more cultural context for characters like Luc’s vapid, posh coworker Alex in Alexis Hall’s Boyfriend Material.
Reggie Bing was a delight, though. “Hullo-ullo-ullo! There you are! I mean to say, what?" Also loved moments like this:
I know what it means to be in love, dear old soul. I say, Maud, old thing, do you find love puts you off your stroke? What I mean is, does it make you slice your approach-shots?"
Maud laughed.
"No. It hasn't had any effect on my game so far. I went round in eighty-six the other day."
Reggie sighed enviously.
After spending time with him, I feel like I have more cultural context for characters like Luc’s vapid, posh coworker Alex in Alexis Hall’s Boyfriend Material.