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10 thoughts on “A Pelican at Blandings

  1. Jason Koivu Jason Koivu says:

    A Pelican at Blandings, the 11th book in the Blandings Castle series, was a big disappointment for me. I always expect P.G. Wodehouse to buck me up with his humor, but this one lacked the funny.

    It's typically Wodehousian in its convoluted plot, but the writing feels dull. I have a tendency to blame the author's mounting years, after all he was about 88 when he wrote this, however he did go on to write another half dozen or so novels, and the one or two I've read were much better than this.

    No, the problem is that this feels more like one of his early works where romance tended to trump comedy. The plot is fine, but the comedic edge is missing. There's too much exposition all together, but also redundant explanations, especially in the dialogue, which in other books Wodehouse was smart to gloss over. Sure it's important to keep your readers abreast of the action, but at some point you need to be aware not to beat them over the head with it.

    Ah well, I still have about 30 or 40 more Wodehouses to read. I'm sure there are some good ones left!

  2. Nigeyb Nigeyb says:

    A Pelican at Blandings (1969) is another latter day gem from P.G. Wodehouse.

    I always enjoy the Blandings Castle books and A Pelican at Blandings is another winner. Many familiar characters return including the Earl, his stern sister Lady Constance, his brother Galahad Gally Threepwood, and the irascible Alaric Pendlebury-Davenport aka the Duke of Dunstable. All combine with the usual array of love-lorn lovers, American millionaires, con men, imposters, and - of course - the inimitable Beach the butler. As usual, magic ensues.

    There's one memorable sequence which had me guffawing for minutes. The Earl of Emsworth is locked out of Blandings in the small hours and has to enter, via the window of the garden suite, and so disturbs an unimpressed Alaric, Duke of Dunstable. Minutes later the Duke of Emsworth becomes convinced a painting has been stolen. After consultation with a mischievous Gally, they wake up Alaric for a second time. I was convulsed with laughter.

    A Pelican at Blandings was the last full length novel in the Blandings series to be fully completed by P.G. Wodehouse. He finished the series on a real high.


    A Pelican at Blandings by P.G. Wodehouse

  3. paulinereidbookreviewer paulinereidbookreviewer says:

    Book Review - A Pelican at Blandings by PG Wodehouse.
    Shropshire, England
    Blandings is a castle, or rather, a name of a castle, belonging to The Duke of Dunstable. With 52 bedrooms, The Duke had a habit of inviting people over to stay (nice old chap with hearing loss) Lady Constance, Linda Gilpin, Halliday and Trout, were some of the guests mentioned. Now Trout was invited under false pretences.... this was to do with a painting. The Duke has the original but is wanting to sell it to Trout for a high price, but, Trout is not the only one that wants the painting, John and Joe are cooking up a conspiracy on how to switch the painting for a dud.
    Beach, Fruity Biffen, G.G. Clutterbuck, Trout. The author uses these unusual yet hilarious names, furthermore, when you actually see these names written into the story it is even funnier. PG Wodehouse has a special way with words that put the most miserable person in such a humorous mood, eg - If you really want to know, I'm looking for the reptile Trout. The mishaps and funnies reminded me a bit like Faulty Towers with a twist of a mystery to resolve.
    I will definately be reading more of PG Wodehouse and this book comes highly recommended by me, so, if you like dry humour, words and sentences that are authentic and amusing, humorous stories with a mystery, then this one is for you.

  4. Tom Tom says:

    I almost put my rating as three stars but then I realised that I did actually enjoy this book a great deal and the only way I could criticise it is in comparison with Wodehouse's earlier books. Therefore, although this review will sound critical, it's sort of like pointing out that Mont Blanc is rather short in comparison with Everest. It's still a damn big mountain and this is still a damn fine book.

    PG was, I think, in his eighties when he wrote this, and his writing, while still sprightly, has lost a little of the sparkle and energy of his prime years. The cast of characters, instead of being moved about in an intricately choreographed dance around one another, sometimes seem to emerge from a haze for a moment only to disappear again. The situations at times seem a little formulaic (a regular Wodehouse reader could settle into the plot as into a comfortable old armchair), the resolutions of the various tangles occasionally seem rather abrupt. The dialogue still fizzes, though, particularly when one of the dias who is logueing is Galahad Threepwood.

    If you're only going to read one Wodehouse novel, my advice to you would be to pick one of the earlier ones, but quite frankly, if you're the sort of person who would only read one Wodehouse novel then I don't think we'd get along anyway.

  5. Laurel Hicks Laurel Hicks says:

    A hoot! Wodehouse, the consummate juggler, throws his zany balls into the air, makes them do acrobatics, and then catches them all in a grand finale. The man should write musical comedies.

    Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.
    ~Virginia Woolf.

  6. John John says:

    Even at the age of 88 P.G Wodehouse delivers. Some old character favorites and I thought a good plot with a few sub plots thrown in at Blanding castle. Galahad the black sheep of the family to the rescue, Connie her dour best with a few Americans thrown into the mix. Dunstable a complete ass and Clarence his bumbling best with all thoughts on Empress and her diet.

    Granted a bit weak in places but still funny with the slippery staircase and Galahad’s Pelican club stories.

  7. Leslie Leslie says:

    Nigel Lambert does a very good job narrating this Blandings Castle entry. Plus it has a lot of Galahad :)

  8. Steven Steven says:

    One of the lessons life teaches us is never to look for instant bonhomie from someone we have rammed in the small of the back and bumped down two flights of stairs. That sort of thing does something to a man. I noticed when I was talking to him that the iron seemed to have entered into his soul quite a bit. (196)
    Alas, after finishing the Jeeves and Wooster series, I have now also finished the Blandings Castle series. A Pelican at Blandings wasn't among the best, but it was entertaining enough. Thankfully, Wodehouse wrote plenty of other stuff—which I will now be systematically hunting down.

  9. K. K. says:

    Near the end of the lovely Blandings series. Five stars for enchantment and delight. I think I may have mentioned this in other Blandings reviews, but this series is 11 books of the same plot just told another way. The genius is that Wodehouse CAN tell it a different way and does so with freshness and fun.

    Gally: Do you mean Dunstable?

    Lady Constance started irritably, like the Statue of Liberty stung by a mosquito which had wandered over from the Jersey marshes. She spoke with the petulance that always came into her manner sooner or later when she conversed with her brother Galahad.

    Why do you persist in calling him that? You've known him for years. Why not Alaric?

    Never mind what I call him. If you knew some of the things I'd like to call him you would be astounded at my moderation. Are you telling me that that human walrus has fallen in love at first sight with Vanessa Polk?

    Alaric is not a human walrus!

    You criticize my use of the word human? (48)

    It is not too much to say that at this point in his progress Lord Emsworth was feeling calm, confident and carefree; but a wise friend, one who had read his Thomas Hardy and learned from that pessimistic author's works how often and how easily human enterprises are ruined by some unforeseen Act of God, would have warned him against any premature complacency. One never knew, he would have pointed out, around what corner Fate might not be waiting with the stocking full of sand. 'Watch your step, Emsworth,' he would have said.

    This, however, owing to the darkness which prevailed, Lord Emsworth was unable to do, and there was nothing to tell him that a considerable Act of God was lurking outside Lady Constance's door, all ready for his coming. His first intimation that it was there occurred when he put a foot on it and the world seemed to come to and end not with a whimper but with a bang.

    It is to be doubted whether even Sir Pharamond in such circumstances would have been able to preserve his equanimity intact, tough guy though he was admitted to be by his fellow Crusaders. The shock paralyzed his descendant. Lord Emsworth stood gulping, gripped by an unpleasant feeling that his spine had come out through the top of his head. He was not a particularly superstitious man, but he had begun to think that night prowling was unlucky for him.

    Mingled with his dismay was bewilderment. He recalled his brother Galahad had urged him not to allow the upsetting of tables in the small hours to become a habit, but this thing with which he had collided was not a table. It was too dark for him to make a definite pronouncement, but it seemed to be a tray containing glass and china, and he could think of no reason why the corridor should be paved with trays.

    The explanation was one of those absurdly simple explanations. Lady Constance sometimes found a difficulty in dropping off to sleep, and her doctor....had recommended...a plate of fruit and a glass of milk, to be taken last thing at night... . There consumed, it was her practice to put the tray outside her door, ready for the housemaid to remove in the morning, and ready, also, as has been shown, for her brother Clarence to step into with a forceful bedroom slipper. Thomas Hardy would have seen in the whole affair one more of life's little ironies and on having it drawn to his attention would have got twenty thousand words of a novel out of it.

    I love the snide Hardy comments :)

  10. Poonam Poonam says:

    I started mid-reading review, which is out of tradition for me. I add books on Goodreads mostly AFTER I finish reading them. But, was compelled to share some of Wodehouse's amusing sentences.

    It appears that there is harmless innocent American of the name of Wilbur Trout whose only fault is that he marries rather too often, which is the sort of thing that might happen to anyone.

    Thomas Hardy would have seen in the whole affair one more of life's little ironies and on having it drawn to its attention would have got twenty thousand words of a novel out of it.

    Like a serpent, although perhaps not altogether like a serpent, for serpents do draw the line somewhere, her brother Galahad had introduced another impostor into the castle.

    Once, when they were children, Galahad had fallen into deep pond in the kitchen garden, and just as he was about to sink for the third time one of the gardeners had come along and pulled him out. She was brooding now on thoughtless folly of that misguided gardener. Half the trouble in the world, she was thinking, was caused by people not letting well alone.

    One of the lesson life teaches us is never to look for instant bonhomie from someone we have rammed in the small of the back and bumped down two flight of stairs. That sort of thing does something to a man.

    Except in the matter of marrying blondes he was not an adventurous man, and contemplation of the shape of things to come, as sketched out by Vanessa, had had the worst effect on his nervous system.

    Not too many brains, either, which was an added attraction, for she mistrusted clever men.

    Wilbur's room was the one in which, according to legend, an Emsworth of the fifteenth century had dismembered his wife with a battle axe, as husbands in those days were so apt to do when strain of married life became too much for them.

    As Lady Constance seated herself at the desk and took pen in hand, the Duke's emotions were mixed. A proud man, he resented having his love letters written for him, but on the other hand he could not but feel that in the present crisis a ghost writer would come in uncommonly handy, for he had to admit that, left to his devices, he would not even know how to start the thing, let alone fill the four sheets which could be looked on as the irreducible minimum. He was a great writer of letters to the Times, the Government could not move a step without hearing from him, but this one called for gifts of which he knew himself to be deficient. It was, accordingly, with approval that he watched his collaborator's pen racing over the paper, and when she had finished, he took the manuscript from her with pleasurable anticipation of a treat in store.
    It was a pity, therefore, that perusal of it should have brought out all the destructive critic in him. He scanned the document with dismay, and delivered his verdict with asperity. He might have been one of those Scotch reviewers Byron disliked so much.
    This', he said, his eyes popping as they had rarely popped before, 'is the most god-awful slush I ever read!
    If Lady Constance was piqued, she didn't show it. She may have raised an eyebrow, but scarcely so that it could be noticed. Like all authors, she knew her output was above criticism.