The protagonist has an “automatic revolver”. I wonder what kind of weapon is it? Though what claim one can lay to pulp fiction?
An impressive novel. Lots of rhetoric, nevertheless the story really grabs your attention. I listened the audiobook and very much enjoyed Gord Mackenzie’s reading.
Yes, I think Wodehouse was a genius writer, his Jeeves & Wooster books is somthing unsurpassable.
But folks, there is a common misteke that you make, Jeeves was not a Bertie's butler but his valet.
What a bore. Deliberately dilated narration. The novel could be reduced at least thrice.
Wilkie Collins apparently did not hear the saying that brevity is the soul of wit. Probably he thought, being an opium addict, that he writes succinctly enough.
And thay call this stuff a detective fiction classic! In my opinion this is merely a feminine romance.