A collection of short humorous stories starring Bertram Wooster, a young English aristocrat of the Jazz age, and his cold-blooded, tactful and resourceful gentleman's gentleman, Jeeves (first name never disclosed, or is it the surname that isn't disclosed!?). All but the last More...of the stories are told in Wooster's voice; the last, and, in my opinion, funniest one is told in Jeeves'

Evelyn Waugh, schrijvend over Wodehouse:

"I am confident that Mr Wodehouse's characters will live. It is the half-real characters of the ordinary popular novelist who disappear. Literary characters may survive either through being so real and round that they are true of any age and race, or through being so stylized that they carry their own world with them. [...] of the second [group] are Mr Wodehouse's characters. They live in their own universe like the characters of a fairy story. [...] Mr Wodehouse's characters are purely and essentially literary characters. We do not concern ourselves with the economic implications of their position; we are not sceptical about their quite astonishing celibacy. We do not expect them to grow any older [...] We are not interested in how they would `react to changing social conditions' [...] The `Drones,' with its piano, swimming baths, sugar throwing, and borrowing and lending of fivers, has no conceivable resemblance to any London club; its Beans and Crumpets even wear a distinguishing archaic costume of spats [...]; their language has never been heard on human lips. Their desperate, transitory, romantic passions are unconnected with the hope or fear of procreation; age in their world is usually cantankerous, extreme youth, obnoxious; they all live, year after year, in their robust middle twenties; their only sickness is an occasional hangover. It is a world that cannot become dated because it has never existed."

Ook ‘Carry on, Jeeves” stelt niet teleur. Tien verhalen, deels gesitueerd in New York, waarvan het laatste -“Bertie changes his mind”- een curiosum is, omdat voor één keer niet Bertram Wooster, maar Jeeves zelf aan het woord komt.

Tenslotte: “It was one of those still evenings you get in the summer, when you can hear a snail clear its throat a mile away.” ( )