A review by laurehittle
Psmith in the City by P.G. Wodehouse, P.G. Wodehouse

5.0

Psmith is the embodiment of absolute incredulity.

i swear this guy is some sort of operator, except i can never tell how much of his reality he believes. And he does live in a reality almost entirely of his own making, and he sweeps everyone else along with him. As Bertie would say, he moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform. Psmith’s instinct to keep Mike around probably keeps Psmith from being a true danger to traffic.

Anyway, i wish Wodehouse had written far more of him. Jonathan Cecil is a virtuoso as always.