Spring in the air
Uncle Fred in Springtime is one of the Blandings Castle set of novels. Not a group I'm particularly familiar with, having read rather more Jeeves and Wooster, and Psmith. Downside first of all. As a story it's not one of Wodehouse's strongest. The plot is absurd (that's fine) but it's also extremely confusing (not so good). There were quite a few instances where I found myself having to flick back through the pages to work out what exactly was going on, or did X really say that to Y a few pages before.
However where Uncle Fred really shines is in the language. This is undoubtedly one of the funniest Wodehouses I've ever read. Just a few examples. This one left me laughing out loud on a damp Ely station : "Who was the chap who was such a devil with the other sex?...Donald something" "Donald Duck?" "Don Juan", and my other favourite - probably still pertinent to the Great British Aristocracy:
"Say what you will, there is something fine about our old aristocracy. I'll bet Trotsky couldn't hit a moving secretary with an egg on a dark night."
Wodehouse at his best is just so gloriously daft. I defy anyone to read this, however awful a day they may have had, and not crack a smile. He is a comic genius. This tale of besotted lovers, less than impressed parents, and imposters is as old as the hills (or at least Shakespeare). It doesn't matter a jot; it was the most fun I'd had reading in a while. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, the incomparable P.G. Wodehouse.