The second in Ben Schott's pair of Jeeves and Wooster novels, which directly follows on the plot of the first one (Jeeves and the King of Clubs). More skullduggery involving Spode (and the Black Shorts), this time at Cambridge University (largely), though there's a substantial sub-plot involving the Drones Club needing to raise money. Also more of Iona, the demi-heroine of the first novel. I don't think this one was quite up to the standard of the first one (let alone the original novels by Wodehouse). The ending in particular struck a somewhat jarring and out-of-character note, and I frankly can't see Bertie Wooster involved in the kind of espionage hijinks he gets up to. As with the first novel, there's a lot of references that are explained in the back (a Schott trademark carried over from his Almanacs and Miscellany), but there are times were it does seem like showing off. There are some good set-pieces, but a key one involving Aunt Agatha comes across as a bit forced. Schott narrowly loses this one, and I'm not sure die-hard followers of "Plum" are going to like it. ( )

I'm just not feeling this. It reads less Wodehouse-ian than Schott's first effort and I skipped to the end about a third of the way in. It ended in a very sequel-y sort of way, which, if it comes to pass, I shall probably avoid. ( )

Charming and humorous attempt to follow in P. G. Wodehouse's footsteps. Style comes off; not sure if the plot - such as it is - could have come from the master. Latin grace had me in fits.

The second, but not the last I hope (given that the books ends with lots of loose ends), in a series based on the many characters of P.G. Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster books, this book is approved of by the Wodehouse Estate. There is a cryptic crossword puzzle at the end of the book, with some clues and answers included in the story and notes explaining some of the real people and events fictionalized in the story. ( )

This was a disappointment after King of Clubs. While it has its amusing moments, the plot dissolves away toward the latter third of the book and it all seems more and more contrived. ( )