Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse
Biography of Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse
Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse (15 October 1881 – 14 February 1975) was an English humorist, whose body of work includes novels, short stories, plays, poems, song lyrics and numerous pieces of journalism. He enjoyed enormous popular success during a career that lasted more than seventy years and his many writings continue to be widely read. Despite the political and social upheavals that occurred during his life, much of which was spent in France and the United States, Wodehouse's main canvas remained that of a pre- and post-World War I English upper class society, reflecting his birth, education and youthful writing career.
An acknowledged master of English prose, Wodehouse has been admired both by contemporaries such as Hilaire Belloc, Evelyn Waugh and Rudyard Kipling and by recent writers such as Stephen Fry, Douglas Adams, J. K. Rowling, and John Le Carré.
Best known today for the Jeeves and Blandings Castle novels and short stories, Wodehouse was also a playwright and lyricist who was part author and writer of 15 plays and of 250 lyrics for some 30 musical comedies, many of them produced in collaboration with Jerome Kern and Guy Bolton. He worked with Cole Porter on the musical Anything Goes (1934), wrote the lyrics for the hit song "Bill" in Kern's Show Boat (1927), wrote lyrics to Sigmund Romberg's music for the Gershwin – Romberg musical Rosalie (1928) and collaborated with Rudolf Friml on a musical version of The Three Musketeers (1928). He is in the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse Poems
You came down the field like a shaft from a bow; The vision remains with me yet. I hastened to check you: the sequel you know:
The Gourmet's Love-Song
HOW strange is Love: I am not one Who Cupid's power belittles, For Cupid 'tis who makes me shun My customary victuals.
You came down the field like a shaft from a bow;
The vision remains with me yet.
I hastened to check you: the sequel you know:
Alas! We unluckily met.
You rushed at the ball, whirling your stick like a flail,
And you hit with the vigour of two:
A Knight in his armour had surely turned pale,
If he had played hockey with you.
They gathered me up, and they took me to bed;