P.G. Wodehouse Documentary
Wodehouse's plots were almost always the same: The nescient Bertie Wooster finds himself tangled in a debacle of his own underpinning, until, through a series of well foreshadowed events, his omnipotent valet Jeeves saves the day. After thirty years of novels neither character undergoes much development. The novels rarely delve into the contemporary issues of the day. They don't touch on sex, war, depravity, orÂ the heaver side of the human condition. Yet, Wodehouse's novels are some of the 20th century's finest literary achievements. Why? Because they are hilarious. Wodehouse had a knack for capturing incredible weight in just a single sentence:
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of someone who had searched for the leak in life's gas pipe with a lighted candle.
Her face was shining like the seat of a bus-driver's trousers.
He paused, and swallowed convulsively, like a Pekingese taking a pill.
She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when."
Here's BBC documentary on the man and his work: