My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I’ve always found James’ work moderately clever, but overrated. There’s a nasty distant, critical view of human nature that leaves me with a manky taste in my mouth. I mean to say – Jeeves – I can understand having a low opinion of your fellow creatures, but OTOH, who of us is without sin and you gotta love the little bastards anyway. Love ’em into insensibility. How are any of us getting any better otherwise? If we go down into the grave, each one of us, still slavering and frothing and hungering for destruction, then – well, then we’re all Donald Trump. We can do better than that.
Since I’ve marked this as spoilerish, I can freely say that Cordelia’s girlish, ‘secret’ crush on a geezer old enough to be her granda – and a geezer every bit as charmlessly sour as James herself seems – makes me urp and heave. Mentally I have a picture of her ‘artlessly’ clasping her hands to her chest as she swoons like Dorothy out of Oz, and it’s not charming and delightful. Lemme mis-quote Mary Karr: sometimes I pine for a sidearm.