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Wake Up, Sir!: A Novel Paperback – July 12, 2005
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From Publishers Weekly
Ames's (My Less Than Secret Life) latest over-the-top offering concerns a week in the life of Alan Blair, a 30-something novelist and booze hound coasting along thanks to a fall on the ice that netted him a hefty lawsuit payout. Said quarter-million means that Alan can avoid employment and hire a valet named Jeeves, who inhabits the spare bedroom in the modest Montclair, N.J., home of Alan's uncle and aunt ("the old flesh and blood"). After Alan refuses to go back to rehab, Aunt Florence and Uncle Irwin have no choice but to oust him, so Alan and Jeeves hit the road, heading for an artists' colony in Saratoga Springs where "careworn" Alan might finish his second novel, a roman à clef based on an elderly playwright he'd roomed with in Manhattan years ago. Varied ruminations on human sexuality (mostly Alan's obsession with homosexuality) and the nature of men's room wall graffiti follow. One night, looking for a good time, a very drunk Alan calls a number scribbled in a gas station phone book and gets mightily punished for it, but he arrives at the Rose Colony in one piece. Surrounded by the nutty residents at the picturesque retreat (" 'It's glorious, Jeeves,' I said. 'Like Brideshead' ") Alan tries to write, but excessive drinking and passionate lovemaking to sculptor Ava steals his time away. An accusation of theft and a bout with pubic lice complicate matters, but good-natured Jeeves escapes unscathed with his reliable retort: "Very good, sir." Ames's tale zips along, brimming with comedy and wild details, proving him to be a winning storyteller and a consummate, albeit exceedingly eccentric, entertainer.
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From The New Yorker
Alan Blair is a ne'er-do-well New Jerseyite who has failed to follow his first novel, "I Pity I," published seven years ago, with a second. At thirty, he's alcoholic, afraid of confronting the bellicose uncle with whom he lives, and would be penniless but for an accident settlement. His most treasured possessions are a collection of dubious sports coats and a valet, who just happens to be named Jeeves. As you'd expect, Jeeves is circumspect, judicious, and ready at hand; what he may not be is real. Ames's inventive romp follows its hero into very un-Wodehousian territory—an artists' colony in upstate New York (based, in withering detail, on Yaddo), where the action revolves around art, sex, and larceny. But Jeeves remains faithful throughout; no amount of bad behavior can wring from him a sterner rejoinder than "Very strange, sir."
Copyright © 2005 The New Yorker
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All you need to do is read the first few pages.
Go ahead. I'll wait.
This is gonna be a GOOD one, and you already know it. This is one of those: I-can't-believe-everyone-I-share-good-reads-with-hasn't-slid-this-one-my-way-yet kind of experiences.
Ames lives up to, nay-- far exceeds--, initial expectations.
Prepare for a hardened slice of your heart to melt, as it might when the shelter dog you've rescued unintentionally soils the bed, but then shimmies guiltily toward your big, scary self, tail wagging, eyes begging forgiveness, after your record-setting-scorching reprimand for the mess.
Because he truly IS sorry, you cannot bear to keep him from the tender stroke of your fingers through his fur.
And this all happened between serious giggling fits!
Do I sound like a school girl with a crush?! I feel like one!
I have been reading Ames like a bonafide junkie ever since, and recommending him to everyone I know.
And if you weren't a fan of P.G. Wodehouse before, you have no choice in the matter now. And BOY are you LUCKY to have finally stumbled into JEEVES!