In most ways this is a typical Wodehouse farce, but it has a unique
twist. Imposters are a dime a dozen in Wodehouse, but I’ve not
previously run into a case where a gentleman goes to a country house
pretending to be himself, and is terribly afraid lest anyone discover
that he really is himself.

No Bertie, no Jeeves, no Blandings; this is yet another fine standalone
novel, and it’s Wodehouse, which really says all that’s necessary.