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Not George Washington: An Autobiographical Novel
by P. G. Wodehouse And Herbert Westbrook
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From Library Journal
First published in England in 1907, Not George Washington never appeared here in any form until now. And with good reason. It's a dreadful novel, beginning with its odd title. Told through several narrative voices, it's a dreary tale of a young Londoner struggling to make his fortune as a writer so he can marry his true love. Anyone reading this clunker will find it hard to believe it was coauthored by the creator of such brilliant characters as Emsworth, Psmith, and Wooster. Its chief interest lies in its use of some of Wodehouse's own early publishing experiences. Frederick Davidson's reading is a heroic effort to pump life into the book, but the patient was already dead on its belated arrival in America. Recommended only to libraries whose patrons insist (and loudly) on listening to everything Wodehouse ever wrote (cf., Cocktail Time, Audio Reviews, LJ 4/15/97, or Psmith in the City, Audio Reviews, LJ 1/98).?R. Kent Rasmussen, Thousand Oaks, CA
Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc.
And then I saw Him. Not distinctly, for he was rowing a dinghy in my direction, and consequently had his back to me. In the stress of my emotions and an aggravation of modesty, I dived again. With an intensity like that of a captured conger I yearned to be hidden by the water. I could watch him as I swam, for, strictly speaking, he was in my way, though a little farther out to sea than I intended to go. As I drew near, I noticed that he wore an odd garment like a dressing gown. He had stopped rowing. I turned upon my back for a moment's rest, and, as I did so, heard a cry. I resumed my former attitude, and brushed the salt water from my eyes. The dinghy was wobbling unsteadily. . . .
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