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Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse

1881-1975

Going by the name of Plum, he began as a public school boy who seldom saw his parents. Later he grew into a Hong Kong banker earning a princely salary. Fortunately he abandoned banking to become the writer of unabashedly English stories and equally silly musical comedy lyrics. 100 uproariously funny novels and countless song lyrics later, he was knighted by Queen Elizabeth for, quite frankly, being the funniest, most accomplished British comic writer ever. No one else comes close and both Evelyn Waugh and Steven Fry agree with this bold statement. And if you still don’t believe me, start with the Jeeves series, or maybe Blandings. If you’re in need of having your unemployed, lazy life of parties, love affairs and general hedonism justified go straight to W in the central library and start indulging.

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