Klicka på en bild för att gå till Google Book Search.
Laddar... The parrot and other poemsav P. G. Wodehouse
Ingen/inga Laddar...
Gå med i LibraryThing för att få reda på om du skulle tycka om den här boken. Det finns inga diskussioner på LibraryThing om den här boken. inga recensioner | lägg till en recension
Inga biblioteksbeskrivningar kunde hittas. |
Pågående diskussionerIngen/inga
Google Books — Laddar... GenrerMelvil Decimal System (DDC)821.912Literature English & Old English literatures English poetry 1900- 1900-1999 1900-1945Klassifikation enligt LCBetygMedelbetyg:
Är det här du? |
This collection of comic verse is mostly taken from Wodehouse's very early newspaper days, between around 1903 and 1907, together with a couple of poems that appeared in later stories (like the immortal nature poem "Good Gnus", which is written by Charlotte Mulliner in "Unpleasantness at Budleigh Court"). The newspaper poems deal with issues of the day: ladies' cricket, the craze for bridge, the post-Reichenbach revival of Sherlock Holmes, H.G. Wells's comet, and so on. Prominent are the "Parrot" poems, part of a daily sequence printed in the Express in Autumn 1903 as an ironic commentary on the Free Trade debate of the moment, and owing more than a little to a certain American bird famous for perching above doors.
As you would expect, this is hack work, written at speed to fill empty columns, with the expectation that it would be wrapping fish the next day, and it doesn't really survive being printed in a book a century later. Everything is a parody of one kind or another, with the footprints of Edward Lear, Lewis Carroll, and — above all — W S Gilbert visible on every page, but here and there you can see the glimmerings of original Wodehouse humour beginning to shine through.
The introductions by Auberon Waugh and Frances Donaldson are pleasant, but don't say very much (and what they do say overlaps rather!); the cartoons by David Langdon are fun, although he's rather anachronistically chosen to caricature Wodehouse as he was in his seventies, not as the sporting young man of twenty who wrote most of these poems.
Not a must-have book, but still quite a nice addition to a Wodehouse collection. ( )