Jeeves – my man, you know – is really a most extraordinary chap. So capable. Honestly, I shouldn’t know what to do without him. On broader lines he’s like those chappies who sit peering sadly over the marble battlements at the Pennsylvania Station in the place marked Inquiries. You know the Johnnies I mean. You go up to them and say: When’s the next train for Melonsquashville, Tennessee? and they reply, without stopping to think, Two-forty-three, track ten, change at San Francisco. And they’re right every time. Well, Jeeves gives you just the same impression of omniscience… . In _My Man Jeeves, _ affable, indolent Bertie Wooster and his precise, capable valet, Jeeves – the ever cool and capable gentleman’s gentleman Jeeves who pulls hapless Wooster’s fat from the fire time and again – weave themselves through a series of delightful adventures. But the adventures are almost beside the point: what the Jeevs stories are about is the relationship between these two men of very different classes and temperaments. Where Bertie is impetuous and feeble, Jeeves is cool-headed and poised. A motley clutch of buffoons accompanies Jeeves’s accounts of Wooster’s misunderstandings, gaffes, and backfiring plans.

My Man Jeeves was first published in the United Kingdom in May 1919 by George Newnes. Of the eight stories in the collection, half feature the popular characters Jeeves and Bertie Wooster, while the others concern Reggie Pepper, an early prototype for Wooster.

Mr. Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. – Evelyn Waugh