Aunts Aren't Gentlemen is P.G. Wodehouse's very last story about Bertie Wooster and his stoically brilliant gentleman's personal gentleman, Jeeves. In fact, when the original book, under the title "The Catnappers," was published in the USA in 1975, the cover noted that the author had very recently "died in his sleep." He was 93 and never retired from writing his non-scathing satire of the British leisure class.
This gentle book opens with a fairly jarring scene as Bertie, motoring to a Dr. Murgatroyd to have a suspicious rash diagnosed, finds himself trapped in a near-riotous demonstration -- this is the 70's, you know -- and thus begins the set-up of the complications that will ensue as Bertie makes his way to a vacation spot to cure the spots.
Things settle down, a complicated but easy to follow plot unfolds, Jeeves ties up the many loose ends, and there are laughs aplenty as comeupances come up and young (though less attractive than usual) love triumphs.
As the final appearance of Jeeves and Bertie makes this a bittersweet but historic volume, I give it 5 stars. It would otherwise have gotten 4 since characterizations are not Wodehouse strong, and a little laziness creeps into the narrative in spots.
This novel was published almost simultaneously with the terrific BBC TV series Jeeves and Wooster starring the fabulous team of Hugh Laurie (now Dr. House!) and Stephen Fry (see him in 2009's "Bones"). The book hit No. 1 in England and was popular in the US as well. It stands as a lovely memorial to an inspired fictional creation by the inspiring P.G. Wodehouse.
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