Heavy Weather by P. G. Wodehouse

I wasn't that thrilled with the previous Blandings Castle novel (Summer Lightning), but this one is hysterical once again. Wodehouse's descriptions and his tangled plots that always wind up with various members of the peerage sneaking around one another's estates and getting caught by angry gardeners are all delightful as usual, and I actually really liked Sue Brown, the chorus girl that Lord Elmsworth's nephew, the Othello-level-of-jealousy Ronnie Fish, wants to marry. I usually get annoyed about Wodehouse's female characters, but Sue was really cute. And Galahad Threepwood is absolutely hilarious, his stories of the gay 90s (1890s that is) in London were some of my favourite parts. But we still don't learn the story of the prawns, which I kept waiting for all through both Summer Lightning and this novel (Galahad has written his autobiography and promises/threatens that it includes a spectacular story about neighbour Sir Gregory Parsloe-Parsloe which involves prawns and which will damage Sir Gregory's reputation permanently). It was very frustrating not to learn it. The novel has two main focuses of tension and endless plotting; Lord Elmsworth's prize-winning pig, Empress of Blandings, and Galahad's memoirs, and I adored the fact that one of these focuses ends up literally consuming the other (the pig eating the manuscript, I mean). Everything about this novel was just so good, especially the perfect balance between the satisfyingly intricate and hilarious plots and the fantastic descriptions.