This is yet another Wodehouse whose acquaintance I’d not yet had the
pleasure of making. It is, of course, a complete hoot. It’s a variation
of the Wodehouse staple
“imposter at the country house” theme, but in this book he takes it
higher, wider, and more plentiful than I believe I’ve ever seen him do
before. Almost everybody in the book is somebody else; at one point, I
think there are three or four distinct but overlapping sets of people,
all of whom know about three or four distinct sets of imposters. I’m not
sure I counted that quite right, mind you; it’s all rather dizzying.
Anyway, you should read it.
The View from the Foothills 
Drat it, Will, you’re always one step ahead of me! I just checked Hot Water out of the library the other day, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
Gotta move it up to the front of the list just to keep up.
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I know what you mean, Craig. I looked at it in the bookstore but because I had a handful of Ngaio Marsh, some sci fi for the son and a couple of novels for the daughter, I passed. Now, I have to go back!
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Hey, you snooze, you lose.
Just what you lose in this case, I’m not at all sure, though.
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