my idol has feet of clay aka p.g. wodehouse sometimes writes duds
hate to say it but i really felt as i read this entry in the jeeves series that it was just cranked out to get the author a few bob. i had thought previously that jeeves without wooster might be palatable but the two characters really do seem to need each other to strike sparks, even though jeeves is given a similar drones club member to serve here albeit one less rolling "in the stuff" than bertie. somehow jeeves comes off as dull in this book and his propensity to find the perfect aphorism for every situation seems unappreciated by the characters, and even the author himself.
p.s. whoever wrote the blurb for this book obviously hasn't read it recently, if at all. captain biggar the big-game hunter is not who jeeves is working for but a man named rowcester.