Daisy Dunn

Adapting Wodehouse for the radio is a challenge – but the BBC has succeeded brilliantly

Plus: a splendidly catty dramatisation of the macabre Detection Club

P.G. Wodehouse at home in Paris, 1945. Photo: © Hulton-Deutsch Collection / Corbis / Getty Images 
issue 23 May 2020

Everyone knows a Lord Emsworth. Mine lives south of the river and wears caterpillars in his hair and wine on his shirt and has just occasionally written for this magazine. That doesn’t much narrow it down. When you look at him, you understand a little better why P. G. Wodehouse is topping the lists of authors to read during lockdown. It’s not just that the books are funny. With an Emsworth or a Bertie Wooster you’re guaranteed that idling and dithering will land you somewhere. Even if it is in the soup.

Adapted for Radio 4 this fortnight, Leave it to Psmith, the second in Wodehouse’s Blandings series, sees the dithering Earl invite a prospective thief into his home after mistaking him for a Canadian poet. Emsworth’s sister, the imperious Constance, has arranged for the Earl and the poet to have lunch. The only trouble is that neither knows what the poet looks like.

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