Meet Mr Mulliner
1927
In the snug bar-parlour of the Angler's Rest, Mr. Mulliner settles in with hot scotch and lemon, ready to unfold the most magnificent lies about his spectacular relatives. He isn't lying, of course. These truly are his family: his nephew George, whose desperate attempts to cure a crippling stammer involve accosting strangers on trains, leading to equations with a Scottish terrier and a misunderstanding about the word 'phosphorescent.' His brother Wilfred, whose scientific experiments yield Buck-U-Uppo, a tonic designed to give elephants the courage to face tigers. When administered to a shy young curate, the results are catastrophic and hilarious. There is cousin James, the detective writer whose cottage proves more haunted than anything he could invent, and Isadore Zinzinheimer, Hollywood mogul and architect of cinematic catastrophes. Wodehouse deploys his signature technique: treating utterly preposterous situations with the gravity of a nature documentary, letting the absurdity speak for itself through meticulous comic prose. The stories escalate toward lunatic climaxes while maintaining a perfectly straight face. This is escapism at its purest: gentle, affectionate, and devastatingly funny.
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“Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.””
— P. G. Wodehouse
“Between an egg that is fried and an egg that is cremated there is a wide and substantial difference.””
— P. G. Wodehouse
“Little as he knew of women, he was aware that as a sex they are apt to be startled by the sight of men crawling out from under the seats of compartments.””
— P. G. Wodehouse
“Sir Jasper Finch-Farrowmere?’ said Wilfred. ‘ffinch-ffarrowmere,’ corrected the visitor, his sensitive ear detecting the capitals.””
— P. G. Wodehouse
“How true it is that in this world we can never tell behind what corner Fate may not be lurking with the brass knuckles.””
— P. G. Wodehouse





























