A review by bluegraybox
Psmith, Journalist by P.G. Wodehouse

3.0

Fun, and a quick read, but not one of his better books. The tone is odd and inconsistent, an awkward mix of Wodehouse hijinx and Raymond Chandler noir. It starts with the silliness of Psmith on a whim turning an insipid home journal into a muckraking tabloid, but ends up with gangsters actually trying to kill our intrepid reporters.