Golf, like measles, should be caught young...
f. It is little wonder that he tossed in bed, picking at the coverlet, through sleepless nights, and had to have all his waistcoats taken in three inches to keep them from sagging.
This Vladimir Brusiloff to whom I have referred was the famous Russian novelist, and, owing to the fact of his being in the country on a lecturing tour at the moment, there had been something of a boom in his works. The Wood Hills Literary Society had been studying them for weeks, and never since his first entrance into intellectual circles had Cuthbert Banks come nearer to throwing in the towel. Vladimir specialized in grey studies of hopeless misery, where nothing happened till page three hundred and eighty, when the moujik decided to commit suicide. It was tough going for a man whose deepest reading hitherto had been Vardon on the Push-Shot, and there can be no greater proof of the magic of love than the fact that Cuthbert stuck it without a cry. But the strain was terrible and I am inclined to think that he must have cra
This was the first Wodehouse book I read, many years ago. Absolutely loved it and have since gone on to read most of the other Wodehouse books. Donít shy away if you donít play golf, itís a fun story and I canít recommend enough!
I agree with the previous reviews, brilliant book,brilliantly written by a master of his craft.
A very funny book to dip into every so often especially if you enjoy golf.Brilliantly written and very,very enjoyable.Highly recommended
Yes, one of the 100% gold-starred classics.