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Wodehouse

P. G. Wodehouse was a prolific author. Thus, it comes as no surprise that many of his books and stories provide us with an insightful take on the lives of owners, publishers, and editors.

In the publishing world, owners are often perceived to be the hands-off kind of entities who have invested their surplus funds into a journal which is supposed to serve a loftier goal of either reforming its target audience or keeping it amused, entertained, and informed. Over time, any journal could become an insignificant part of their portfolio, and they might think of it only while pronging a kippered herring on their plate with a gloomy fork. One case of an absentee owner is that of Mr Benjamin Scobell in The Prince and Betty.

Occasionally, we find owners who have bought a publishing business based on either a transient passion for the written word or a nudge from Cupid. Once the interest nosedives or the romance has drifted off like a meditative ring of smoke, they take prompt steps through proper channels to hive off the business to someone else.

But P. G. Wodehouse also introduces us to many publishers and editors who take their professional commitments with due alacrity, diligence, and seriousness.

Think of Lord Tilbury, founder and proprietor of that vast factory of popular literature known as the Mammoth Publishing Company, who often gets noticed rushing off on a busy street in disguise, ostensibly to avoid any manuscripts being hurled at him by aspiring authors from the windows of a passing bus. He detests missing out on juicy memoirs which could boost the topline of his business empire. He does not like editors who end up losing him subscribers.

Or, consider the case of Mr John Hamilton Potter, founder, and proprietor of the well-known New York publishing house of J. H. Potter, Inc. Imagine the hapless owner gazing dreamily across the green lawns and gleaming flower beds at Skeldings Hall, duly basking in the pleasant June sunshine. God, it seems to Mr. Potter, is in his heaven and all is right with the world. But a publisher is never free. He is on vacation, but his office has sent across a manuscript – Ethics of Suicide – which he has to go through in otherwise heavenly surroundings and decide if it is worth publishing. (“Mr. Potter Takes a Rest Cure”)

It is also not too difficult for us to understand why Aunt Dahlia often keeps thinking up brainy schemes to retain the services of Anatole. His absence would inevitably mean a weakening of the lining of Uncle Tom’s stomach. In turn, this would dry up the funds for keeping Milady’s Boudoir afloat and running.

Editors: The backbone of publications

However, the slender shoulders on which the burden of keeping the publishing activity alive and kicking falls invariably happen to be those of the editors. They are the eager beavers who keep a sharp eye on the circulation figures and decide the nature and form of the content that gets routinely unleashed upon hapless readers like us. They happen to be industrious little creatures who work hard and shrink from the public gaze, except when they are called upon to socially hobnob with the powers that be, or to pick up an occasional award in journalistic excellence at a public forum. They exercise unparalleled authority over all matters. They are the lion kings of their publishing fiefdom and are the masters of all they survey. Bosses love them when circulation figures show an upward trend. Yet, they are hated by authors whose manuscripts they keep throwing into the nearest dustbin in their office.

But this does not imply that their jobs are without any challenges. Their conscience may or may not permit the publication of either an item or a book, but they routinely face pressure from all corners to go ahead with the same. Remaining objective and balancing conflicting needs in such matters makes them lose their daily quota of beauty sleep. Whether to grant a raise to someone critical to the operations often leads to dark circles under their eyes. Keeping a sharp eye on the top stories of the day, verifying their authenticity, and being fleet-footed when keeping a libel suit at bay takes its toll. Some of them even offer their hearts to unsuccessful female authors when unable to offer them any column space, regretting the decision for the rest of their lives. If they decide to take up a social cause, they need to marshal the support of gang lords and pugilists, who are then known as ‘fighting editors.’   

The books and stories dished out by P G Wodehouse are replete with cases of hapless publishers and editors who face the harsh slings and arrows of fate. Even if we ignore the kind of roadblocks they face while pursuing their romantic goals, we are often left overwhelmed by the kind of challenges they face in the discharge of their duties while keeping the rag with which they happen to be associated alive and kicking.

The challenge of keeping Milady’s Boudoir afloat

Aunt Dahlia’s example could inspire many owners and editors to keep their rags alive and kicking, even if only for a few years.

Readers would recall that Milady’s Boudoir is a weekly newspaper for women, of which Aunt Dahlia is the proprietor. According to her, there is a short story in each issue, adding that “in seventy per cent of those short stories the hero won the heroine’s heart by saving her dog or her cat or whatever foul animal she happened to possess.”

According to Bertie, each issue costs sixpence. Its office is in “one of those rummy streets in the Covent Garden neighbourhood”.

Uncle Tom’s support

Milady’s Boudoir never sold well and only stayed in business because Tom Travers reluctantly paid the bills.

In Right Ho, Jeeves, Dahlia loses the money to pay her magazine’s printers at baccarat and has Bertie and Jeeves help her get more money from her husband. In Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit, she temporarily pawns her pearl necklace to buy a serial from Daphne Dolores Morehead to help sell the Milady’s Boudoir to the newspaper magnate Mr. Trotter.

A sharp eye for content

Aunt Dahlia surely uses the hunting experience gained in her younger days to spot content which would keep regaling her readers. It is common knowledge that during her youth, she had spent quite a few years with such fox-hunting packs as the Quorn and the Pytchley.

In Jeeves Makes an Omelette, a story that takes place before the sale of her magazine, she asks Bertie to steal a painting so she can get a story for its use.

Here are some of the better-known persons who have contributed towards making Milady’s Boudoir an interesting magazine: 

  • Bertie Wooster contributed an article, titled “What the Well-Dressed Man Is Wearing”, and proudly mentions it in other stories. (“Clustering Round Young Bingo”)
  • Lady Bablockhythe contributed her “Frank Recollections of a Long Life” as a serial. (“Clustering Round Young Bingo”)
  • Pomona Grindle was commissioned to contribute a serial. (The Code of the Woosters)
  • Cornelia Fothergill contributed her latest romance novel as a serial. (“Jeeves Makes an Omelette”)
  • Daphne Dolores Morehead, the famous novelist, was commissioned to write a serial. (Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit)
  • Blair Eggleston wrote a series of articles on The Modern Girl. (“Jeeves and the Greasy Bird”)

When the husband’s digestive troubles score

Unfortunately, wifely concerns about Uncle Tom’s lining of the stomach end up depriving the magazine’s readers of devouring a juicy piece “How I Keep the Love of my Husband-Baby”, written by Rosie M. Banks. Bingo, of course, is much relieved but has to pay a heavy price by sacrificing the services of Anatole, God’s gift to our gastric juices. (“Clustering Round Young Bingo”).

Much to the credit of the homemaker in Mrs Bingo, she had identified and employed Anatole. However, she made a bloomer by inviting Uncle Tom and Aunt Dahlia over for dinner. A combination of consommé pâté d’Italie, paupiettes de sole à la princesse, and caneton Aylesbury à la brocheconsommé pate d’Italie, ends up reviving Uncle Tom like a watered flower.

Aunt Dahlia gets Jeeves to somehow persuade Anatole to join her. Jeeves manages to pull off this feat. A breach of cordial relations between the two ladies ensues. Mrs Little declines to contribute the ghastly article for Aunt Dahlia’s rag. Matrimonial peace prevails.

The fact that she managed to launch and keep Milady’s Boudoir afloat for many years despite her onerous social responsibilities deserves to be applauded. She has a significant role to play as a Governor of Market Snodsbury Grammar School. She must keep a strict vigil on Tuppy Glossop who loses interest in Angela, her daughter, on at least three occasions. Bertie has to be often persuaded to undertake such delicate assignments as sneering at a cow creamer, pinching a painting, and kidnapping a cat which is a favourite of Potato Chip, the racehorse. Sir Roderick Glossop, the loony doctor, is to be roped in as a butler at Brinkley Court to investigate the sanity of a man courting her goddaughter Phyllis Mills.

A keen eye for Family Memoirs  

Who does not want to read some juicy details of the younger days of the high and mighty? When memoirs overflowing with scandalous stories about people one knows to be the essence of propriety today, but who seem to have behaved, when they were in their twenties, in a wild manner, editors of publications which thrive on society gossip make a beeline for the same. They are always eager to lap up such manuscripts and often go to great lengths to secure these.

In Heavy Weather, when the Hon. Galahad’s reminiscences are withdrawn from the market, Lord Tilbury is anxious to get hold of the manuscript. Lord Tilbury had looked at the thing from a different angle. He knows that there is big money in that type of literature. The circulation of his nasty little paper, Society Spice, proved that. It seemed to him that Galahad’s memoirs could not fail to be the succès de scandale of the year. He goes to great lengths to lay his hands on the manuscript but, as luck would have it, the Empress of Blandings ends up gobbling it, depriving the Mammoth Publishing Company of an opportunity to earn sackfuls of the green stuff.

In “Jeeves Takes Charge”, Bertie’s Uncle Willoughby has whipped up his memoirs which contain scandalous stories, many of which involve himself and Lord Worplesdon, the father of Lady Florence Craye, to whom Bertie is engaged at the time. Florence is appalled and expects Bertie to destroy the manuscript of ‘Recollections of a Long Life.’

Thanks to Jeeves’ ingenuity, the manuscript eventually lands at the offices of Messrs. Riggs & Ballinger, the publishers, who had earlier published Lady Carnaby’s “Memories of Eighty Interesting Years.”

While Mr. Riggs is delighted to confirm to Uncle Willoughby that he has received the manuscript, he is blissfully unaware of the consequences of his confirmation. Florence breaks her engagement to Bertie. Bertie sacks Jeeves. However, having slept over the matter, Bertie realises that he has been saved from a walk down the aisle with the lady who had kept egging him on to improve his intellect by reading ‘Types of Ethical Theory.’ Jeeves gets rehired.

Facing the pressure to hire someone

In Heavy Weather, Lady Julia Fish, a handsome middle-aged woman of the large blonde type, and of a personality both breezy and commanding, decides to pay a visit to Lord Tilbury. She hopes to secure a job for her son Ronnie Fish who is trying to marry a chorus girl. It seems to her that if Ronnie were safe at Tilbury House, inking his nose and getting bustled about by editors and people, it might take his mind off the tender passion. Lord Tilbury hastens to clarify that his company publishes newspapers, magazines, and weekly journals. It is not a Home for the Lovelorn. He refuses to permit Ronnie Fish to punch the clock at his company.

He is already seething within for having earlier accepted a recommendation to hire Monty Bodkin, who happens to be the assistant editor of Tiny Tots which is otherwise ably edited by that well-known writer of tales for the young, the Rev. Aubrey Sellick. Since the latter is off on a vacation, Monty is holding the fort. Perusing an editorial which speaks of mugs, betting, and whisky bottles, Lord Tilbury imagines the publication to have already lost close to ten thousand subscribers. Monty gets a prompt sack.

When an editor’s output lacks zip and ginger

Among the numerous publications which had their being in Tilbury House was that popular weekly, Society Spice, a paper devoted to the exploitation of the seedier side of British life and edited by one whom the proprietor of the Mammoth had long looked on as the brightest and most promising of his young men – Percy Pilbeam.

When it comes to ferreting out juicy gossip from amongst the high and mighty of the city’s society, Percy never had any scruples. Talk of ethics and values in journalism, and one is apt to draw a blank. His focus is on boosting circulation figures, something which is highly appreciated by Lord Tilbury. To him, Percy had set a gold standard in editorial conduct. Under his guidance, the publication had reached a high pitch of excellence, with a new scandal featured almost every week.

When Jerry wriggles his way into the offices of Society Spice, he finds it difficult to perform as brightly as his predecessor. He finds it to be a loathsome rag, full of glamour girls and scandal. He hates his assignment. Tilbury House never believed in paying its minor editors large salaries, and the dinginess of the room which is allotted to him merely testifies to the limitations of Jerry’s means. The cubbyhole’s ink-stained furniture, cheap carpeting, and stuffiness invariably lowered his spirits. In such dismal surroundings, designed to send an editor’s spirits down in the basement, it was not easy for Jerry to concentrate on uncongenial work.

His friend, Biff, who is soon likely to inherit a massive sum from a recently departed uncle across the pond, assures him that when he is rich, he will buy the intellectual Thursday Review and make Jerry its editor.

Since Jerry falls short in the way of dishing the dirt, his work lacks zip and ginger. Lord Tilbury fires him.

By the end of the narrative, it indeed looks possible that Biff would end up inheriting millions. The reader hopes that he makes good on his promise of buying Thursday Review, giving Jerry his dream job.

(Frozen Assets; Biffen’s Millions)

The art of soothing irate contributors

We do not know much about the kind of challenges that Mr. Matthew Wrenn faced in his editorial capacity. However, we do know that he is a brainy cove. After all, during his off-duty hours, he plays chess with one of his friends. Moreover, someone who could manage to work with a boss of Napoleonic dispensation – like Lord Tilbury – for a long duration and could rise to become the editor of that same Pyke’s Home Companion of which he had once been the mere representative, surely deserves our respect and admiration.

In actual years, Matthew Wrenn was on the right side of fifty, but as editors of papers like Pyke’s Home Companion are apt to do, he looked older than he really was. He was a man of mild and dreamy qualities and was respected by all who knew him.

Sam Shotter, recommended by his uncle, worms his way into Tilbury House and charms Lord Tilbury into attaching himself to Wrenn’s team. He is a great admirer of the stuff that Pyke’s Home Companion keeps unleashing upon its readers. It keeps spreading sweetness and light. It includes such serials as Hearts Aflame, by Cordelia Blair, and a regular feature by Aunt Ysobel which he takes off the hands of the editor who used to hate having to write it.

To many of the rag’s devout followers, Aunt Ysobel was indeed like a wise pilot, gently steering her fellow men and women through the shoals and sunken rocks of the ocean of life.

A weakness Mr. Wrenn has is his inability to face a woman novelist who is all upset. There are indeed times when he wishes that he could edit some paper like Tiny Tots or Our Feathered Chums, where the aggrieved contributors would not come charging in. Mr. Wrenn was much persecuted by female contributors who called with grievances at the offices of Pyke’s Home Companion; and of all these gifted creatures, Miss Cordelia Blair was the one he feared most. The role of soothing such contributors was soon taken over by Sam.

Eventually, one thing leads to another and Lord Tilbury, when found by Sam in a trouser-less situation, loses no time in sacking him.

(Sam the Sudden)

The perils of refusing a raise

Mr. Hebblethwaite, editor of Ladies’ Sphere, protects his privacy by employing door-hounds like George Mellon, who sits in the anteroom at the offices of the publication and keeps people from seeing the editor. He looks fierce but George plans to look him in the eye and ask him for a raise with all the fortitude at his command.

On a fateful day, he takes the plunge but gets rudely rejected. When he is sulking at his failure, Mrs. Hebblethwaite walks in. George does not allow her to enter the sanctum sanctorum without a prior appointment and she leaves in a huff. The very next day, he gets called in by the hassled editor for questioning. Goerge clarifies that he had refused her entry because he is sincere about not permitting anyone without an appointment to disturb him. The editor asks him why he wants a raise. He clarifies that he wishes to marry Rosie. The editor then scribbles something on a bit of paper, which happens to be a note to the cashier for quite a decent raise.

(“The Spring Suit”; Saturday Evening Post; Illustration courtesy Charles D Mitchell)

When the passion for football ends an editorial career

Between Henry’s House and the School House there had existed for some time a feud, the intensity of which fluctuated over time. Scott, of the School House, spots a void in the unofficial newspapers being dished out at St. Austin’s. For some terms, a publication entitled The Glow-Worm had been appearing. It simply aimed at being a readable version of the dull Austinian, the official organ of the school. It chronicled school events in a snappy way, but it never libelled anyone. Scotts’ brainchild, which he called The Rapier, never did anything else. Moreover, it was presented free, not sold. Secondly, it was many degrees more scandalous. Scott virtually dictated it to Pillingshot, the so-called editor.

Scott was someone who would get easily bored with a thing, especially if a counterattraction presented itself. In his case, he wished to excel at football. He was soon cornered by the incoming captain of the football team, suggesting that a short notice be put in the journal’s third edition, due the next day, announcing that owing to the pressure of his journalistic work, he would be unable to play for the first fifteen against Daleby. Immediately, Scott has second thoughts. He wonders if the sedentary style of a journalistic life would be in his line, football being much healthier.

Thus ended the short editorial career of Pillingshot.

(“Pillingshot’s Paper”: The Captain)

Keeping libel suits at bay

Before going to Brinkley Court, Bertie learns that Reginald (Kipper) Herring, the chap with a cauliflower ear, is on the staff of the Thursday Review, a weekly paper. He had recently been tasked with reviewing a slim book authored by Rev. Aubrey Upjohn, giving an enthusiastic buildup to the Preparatory School. This brought back such nausea-inducing memories as the receipt of six of the juiciest from a cane that used to bite like a serpent and sting like an adder, the sausages on Sunday, and the boiled mutton with caper sauce. Normally, a book like that would get a line and a half in the Other Recent Publications column, but Kipper, driven by righteous fury, gave it six hundred words of impassioned prose. Anonymously, of course.

Upjohn eventually becomes aware that Kipper wrote the scathing review. He intends to sue Kipper’s paper for libel. He also refuses to stay in the same house. It takes some ingenuity from Jeeves and Bobbie Wickham to get Upjohn to withdraw the idea of filing a libel suit, thereby eliminating the risk of Kipper losing his job.

(Jeeves in the Offing)

Watching out for latent advertising  

Conscientious editors are often bombarded with self-promoting doctors who boast of making New Men for Old. In the letters to the editors of different publications, they claim to do wonders for those who are out of shape. These letters have creatively crafted headings such as

THE STRAIN OF MODERN LIFE

DO WE EAT TOO MUCH?

SHOULD THE CHAPERONE BE RESTORED?

A hapless overworked editor could hardly be blamed for not being able to spot that all of these letters to them, cleverly spread across different major publications, are authored by the same gentleman, offering health-restoration residential programs to the gullible denizens who wished to be in the pink of health.   

Once they report to the establishment, they are first made to part with the green stuff in sackfuls, covering the entire program duration. They are then subjected to sessions of skipping ropes, performing unpleasantness-inducing bending, and stretching exercises, holding their hands above their heads, and swinging painfully from what one may loosely term their waists. Subsequently, invigorating cold baths and rubdowns are unleashed upon them. Spartan meals are served, comprising a lean mutton chop apiece, with green vegetables and dry toast, accompanied by water. A spot of port is ruled out, as is consumption of tobacco in any form.

(“Healthward Ho”; Money for Nothing)

Of Doctor Cupid and the Heart Specialist

One of the more interesting features editors offer to their readers is by way of a column which addresses personal issues of a romantic kind. Just like Aunt Ysobel (of Pyke’s Home Companion fame in Sam the Sudden) whose advice is taken very seriously by her assiduous followers, publications like the Fireside Chat and Home Moments also take up complicated personal matters which cannot be left to amateurs. They offer sagacious advice under such pseudonyms as Doctor Cupid or Heart Specialist. It is not difficult to guess that the burden of burning the midnight oil to answer readers’ queries addressed to such experts falls inevitably on the editorial staff.

But what happens when such doctors or specialists offer contradictory advice to their respective followers? Well, much chaos, heartache, and hilarity ensue.

Arthur Welch is a barber at the Hotel Belvoir. He is engaged to Maud Peters, who is a manicurist at the same hotel. While she takes care of her customers’ hands, Maud thinks, as part of her profession, that she must chat gaily with them. Arthur, who is extremely jealous, thinks otherwise. One day he no longer seems jealous, which at first makes Maud happy though she soon worries he no longer cares about her.

She decides to take advice from Doctor Cupid, who answers questions on Matters of the Heart in the weekly magazine Fireside Chat. Dr Cupid advises her to try to pique her fiancé. And this is what she does with a bold young American pugilist, known as “Skipper” Shute. But surprisingly, Arthur does not appear to mind, leaving Maud further disheartened.

One evening, Arthur and Mr Shute get into a shuffle in the city but get interrupted by a constable who asks the contestants to stop creating trouble on the street. While they move away, Maud confesses to Arthur that Dr Cupid had advised her that when jealousy flew out of the window indifference came in at the door and that she must exhibit pleasure in the society of other gentlemen and mark his demeanour.

Arthur then shows Maud a paper clipping, from the magazine Home Moments, where, in answer to his request, the Heart Specialist has written that Arthur should show no resentment to her fiancée, whenever he sees her flirting with other men!

The couple gets fully reconciled with each other.

(“When Doctors Disagree”; Success; Illustration courtesy W D Rahn)

A happy riddance!

Roland Bleke, who has recently earned good money in a theatrical venture, meets a pretty young girl crying in the park. Trying to comfort her, he learns that she has lost her job as editor of the Woman’s Page of Squibs magazine. His chivalry stirred, he thinks of buying the paper.

Visiting the offices, he meets the vibrant young chief editor, Mr. Aubrey Petheram, who is full of ideas for boosting the circulation of the paper. The infusion of capital by Roland into the business acts upon him like a powerful stimulant. Roland not only buys the paper but also restores the girl to her position, but he soon finds that she has a clear affection for her boss.

Frustrated by yet another problematic venture, Roland goes to Paris for a month. Returning to London, he finds the place overrun with bizarre advertising stunts for the paper. The police even arrest six persons for disturbing the peace by parading the Strand in the undress of Zulu warriors, shouting in unison the words “Wah! Wah! Wah! Buy ‘Squibs.’” Confronting the editor, he finds that the sales are up, thanks to the campaigns and a new scandal page, which shocks him.

When the editor is hospitalised, Roland asks the girl to prepare the rest of the paper, while he volunteers to write the scandal page himself. He writes a provocative piece about Mr Windelbird and the financier’s morals. A week later he is approached with an offer to buy the paper. Happy to be rid of it, he nevertheless names a high price, which he is surprised to find accepted without quibble. He learns that the buyer is none other than his old friend, Mr Geoffrey Windelbird.

(A Man of Means: The Episode of the Live Weekly; In collaboration with CH Bovill)

Encouraging a best-selling author

Egbert Mulliner disliked female novelists. The reason was not difficult to understand. In his capacity as an assistant editor, attached to the staff of The Weekly Booklover, a literary weekly, he had to listen to female novelists talking about Art and their Ideals every week. The strain had taken its toll. He had been advised to visit a quiet seaside village for a rest cure. What he needed was to augment the red corpuscles in his bloodstream.

While there, the supply of red corpuscles suddenly makes a quantum jump when he is strongly attracted to a female he meets at a picnic. He feels that without her, life would not be worth living. He thinks of proposing to her. But before proposing, he must make certain that there is no danger of her suddenly producing a manuscript fastened in the top left corner with pink silk and asking his candid opinion of the same. He is assured that is not the case, thereby sowing the seed of a relationship between the couple.

The very next day, whereas Egbert goes on to play golf, Evangeline Pembury starts writing a novel of her own. When she confides in him and starts reading it out to him, Egbert feels that he has plumbed the lowest depths of misery and anguish. Evangeline, he tells himself, has fallen from the pedestal on which he had set her. She has revealed herself as a secret novel writer. He is also appalled to find that quite a few of the real-life interactions between them have become a part of her offering. He does not think highly of her work, and a rift of sorts arises between them.

But her guardian angels happen to be in a benevolent mood. Thanks to the boredom induced by an overdose of sex, the discerning public suddenly discovers that it has had enough of it. Instead, what it yearns for now is good, sweet, wholesome, tender tales of the pure love of a man for a housekeeper. “Parted Ways” ends up becoming a best seller. Publishers started queuing up at the door, fighting to secure the rights to her next manuscript. Mainprice and Peabody soon come up with a contract which obliges her to dish out as many articles and stories as she can.

When a ‘Chat with Evangeline Pembury’ is needed for the big Christmas Special Number, it is of Egbert that his editor thinks first. But upon landing for the occasion, Egbert is surprised to find her in a highly depressed frame of mind. She greets him accompanied by a Niagara of tears. And, on the instant, Egbert Mulliner’s adamantine reserve collapses. He dives for the sofa. He clasps her hand. He strokes her hair. He squeezes her waist. He pats her shoulder. He massages her spine. Pretty soon, he has committed himself to about two thousand words of a nature calculated to send Mainprice and Peabody screaming with joy about their office.

Before he had become an assistant editor, he, too, had been an author, and he understands. “It is not being paid money in advance that jars the sensitive artist: it is having to work.”

He proposes to her, assuring her that, once married, he will endow all his worldly possessions upon her. These will include three novels he was never able to kid a publisher into printing, and at least twenty short stories no editor would accept.

“I give them to you freely. You can have the first of the novels tonight, and we will sit back and watch Mainprice and Peabody sell half a million copies.”

(“Best Seller”, the Mulliner version)

How a romantic success leads to editorial authority   

Bertie Wooster thinks that when Sipperley used to be a freelancer, bunging in a story here and a set of verses there, he used to be a cheery cove, full of happy laughter. However, after six months as an editor at The Mayfair Gazette, he looks careworn and burnt out. Haggard. Drawn face. Circles under the eyes.

Standing up to an old headmaster

The Mayfair Gazette is supposed to be a paper devoted to the lighter interests of Society. However, Waterbury, the headmaster of Sippy’s old school, an important-looking bird with penetrating eyes, a Roman nose, and high cheekbones, is putting undue pressure on him to publish such of his scholarly articles as “Landmarks of Old Tuscany.” As to the latest one, which is about Elizabethan dramatists, he also wants Sippy to give it a prominent position in the rag.

He shares his dilemma with Bertie.

“You must be firm, Sippy; firm, old thing.”

“How can I, when the sight of him makes me feel like a piece of chewed blotting paper?”

However, on his next call, Waterbury faces a transformed man. Bubbling over with self-confidence. Radiating. Old Sippy refuses to publish his latest article. He reaches out and pats him in a paternal manner on the back. He suggests that Waterbury would do well to try having a dash at a light, breezy article on pet dogs.

“If you do not require my paper on the Elizabethan Dramatists, I shall no doubt be able to find another editor whose tastes are more in accord with my work.”

“The right spirit absolutely, Waterbury,” said Sippy cordially. “Never give in. Perseverance brings home the gravy. If you get an article accepted, send another article to that editor. If you get an article refused, send that article to another editor.”

“Thank you,” said the bloke Waterbury bitterly. “This expert advice should prove most useful.”

The headmaster leaves in a huff, banging the door behind him.

Developing a spine of chilled steel     

Earlier, Sippy had confided in Bertie his unspoken love for Miss Gwendolen Moon. But, in her presence, he feels like a worm.

“She is so far above me.”

“Tall girl?”

“Spiritually. She is all soul. And what am I? Earthy.”

Bertie mentions the problem to Jeeves, who is always known for his sagacity. Bertie eventually discovers that he is also quite capable of strong-arm work. Unbeknown to him, Jeeves had called Sippy over to Bertie’s lair and struck a sharp blow on his head with one of Bertie’s golf clubs. A phone call to Miss Moon ensured that she came rushing to the aid of the stricken hero. The pair had become engaged. Sippy’s inferiority complex had evaporated.

(“The Inferiority Complex of Old Sippy”)

It does not always pay to be kind-hearted

When Joseph Kyrke, the newly appointed editor of the Mayfair Gazette decides to encourage budding talent and give young authors a start, he learns of the kind of trauma another editor had to face owing to an excessive supply of the milk of editorial kindness coursing through his veins.

Being a kind-hearted editor had not suited Alexander Tudway, the editor of the Piccadilly Weekly. Rather than rejecting the inane contributions from one Mr. Aubrey Jerningham, he went on to recast the same. He would not only cut out the first thousand words, but write in fifteen hundred of his own, put the end of the story in the middle and the middle at the end, alter the murder to a croquet party, make a character the hero instead of the villain, and send it to the printer. When the author expressed his disappointment at the payment received, an additional amount was promptly sent to him, duly accompanied by an apology. Pretty soon, contributions of dubious merit started pouring in from brothers, cousins, and other members of the Jerningham family. Piccadilly Weekly ceased to be an exclusive journal carrying scintillating pieces from authors of established merit. Instead, it became quite a family affair, a Jerningham family affair. At the end of Tudway’s first year as editor, no fewer than seven Jerninghams were contributing regularly, and the amount of extra work he had to put in was appalling. However, his proprietor congratulated him on discovering such a bevy of geniuses.

“Imitators of your work, Tudway. Their style is singularly like yours in parts. But they could have no better model, my dear Tudway, no better model!”

And Tudway would thank him with a ghastly grin.

The risk of offering one’s heart but no column space

On a fateful day, a visibly upset lady from the Jerningham clan calls upon him to discuss the rejection of the story “Gracie’s Hero.” She whips out a pocket handkerchief and bursts into a flood of tears. Tudway’s dilemma is now painful. He cannot print “Gracie’s Hero.” No amount of doctoring would make any impression on that masterpiece of inept writing. On the other hand, he does wish to soothe his visitor somehow. Then he remembers that an option available to a kind-hearted editor, confronted with a similar situation, is to offer his heart where he cannot give his columns. Must he follow editorial etiquette? He has no desire to marry. Indeed, the prospect appals him. No.

However, just as he decides to be firm, his visitor’s heels begin to drum upon the floor. He waits no longer. Two minutes later he becomes an engaged man, and soon afterwards a married one.

Tudway continues to be the editor of the Piccadilly Weekly. He supports by his own exertions the entire family of Jerninghams, who are most prolific contributors. His wife writes a story every month. The strain of making these efforts readable has made him haggard, prematurely old, and bent. And all because he let his determination to be kind to the Young Author get the better of his judgment.

(“The Kind-Hearted Editor”; The Throne and Country)  

How to win celebrity authors and secure your job back  

When a rejection leads to a green slip

Upon becoming the editor of Wee Tots, Bingo Little perfected the art of rejecting articles that came his way from a few chums of his.

However, the rejection of Bella Mae Jobson’s literary outpourings proved to be his nemesis. The American author had for some years past been holding American childhood spellbound with her tales of Willie Walrus, Charlie Chipmunk, and other fauna. Purkiss, the proprietor of Wee Tots, met her on the boat while returning from New York. He thought that hers was the circulation-building stuff well-suited for his journal, and he entered into tentative negotiations for her whole output, asking her on arriving in London to look in at the office and fix things up with his editor – viz., Bingo.

However, Bingo gave her his customary brush off when she called upon him. A subsequent meeting with Purkiss made him realise his folly. It dawned upon him that Jobson was not a run-of-the-mill author. She was someone who had to be sucked up to, given the old oil and made to feel that she was among friends and admirers. Purkiss lost no time in handing him the pink slip.

Cosying up to a celebrity author

But Bingo was made of sterner stuff. He uses his spare time to fuss over Jobson, showing her around, without, of course, declaring his true identity. He takes her to the London Zoo, the Tower of London, Madame Tussaud’s, five matinees, seven lunches and four dinners. He also gives her a bunch of white heather, several packets of cigarettes, eleven lots of roses and a signed photograph. A day before Jobson is to sail back across the pond, she decides to throw a party to which, besides Bingo, Mrs Bingo and Purkiss and his wife are also invited.

Meanwhile, Purkiss, in his enthusiasm to soften up the author, has taken her to the National Gallery, the British Museum, and a matinee at Sadler’s Wells. And then, seeing that she was weakening, he gifts her a Pekinese which is the apple of the eyes of his spouse. This has created a domestic crisis, and he is keen on Bingo helping him to somehow stop his wife from attending the luncheon, where she is sure to recognise the dog and proceed to make enquiries which would stir the stoutest soul. Bingo, having already heard from his wife that she was cancelling her luncheon with Jobson to console Mrs Purkiss at the sudden loss of her favourite canine, gracefully accepts the task of ensuring matrimonial peace in the Purkiss household. Prompt negotiations follow between the proprietor and the editor, whereby the latter gets his job back, at double the salary.

(“The Editor Regrets”)

How the character of Cosy Moments gets changed

When the overworked and burnt-out Mr. J. Fillken Wilberfloss, editor-in-chief of Cosy Moments magazine, is forced to go away to the mountains for ten weeks of rest, leaving his subordinate Billy Windsor in charge, little does he know how the magazine’s character will undergo a major change in his absence.

Cosy Moments is a journal for the home. It is the sort of paper which the father is expected to take home from his office and read aloud to the kids at bedtime. Psmith and Mike happen to be across the pond. While Mike is busy with his cricket tournaments, Psmith is finding life a bit dull. He volunteers to act as an unpaid subeditor and ends up suggesting a different strategy. He outlines his vision for the magazine thus:

Cosy Moments should become red-hot stuff. I could wish its tone to be such that the public will wonder why we do not print it on asbestos. We must chronicle all the live events of the day, murders, fires, and the like in a manner which will make our readers’ spines thrill. Above all, we must be the guardians of the People’s rights. We must be a search-light, showing up the dark spot in the souls of those who would endeavour in any way to do the PEOPLE in the eye. We must detect the wrong-doer, and deliver him such a series of resentful buffs that he will abandon his little games and become a model citizen.”

This is how Psmith goes about rebuilding the paper and making it more exciting for its readers.

  1. Sacking all the existing contributors.
  2. Befriending Bat Jarvis, a local gang leader by restoring to him his favourite cat which had gone astray.
  3. Visiting “Pleasant Street”, a slum neighbourhood. Upset by the poverty and the living conditions, Psmith resolves to dedicate the energies of Cosy Moments to the issue. In this tenement business, he had touched the realities. He felt that here was something worth fighting for. His lot had been cast in pleasant places, and the sight of actual raw misery had come home to him with an added force from that circumstance. He was fully aware of the risks that he must run. It was a fight without the gloves, and to a finish at that. But he meant to see it through. Somehow or other those tenement houses had got to be cleaned up. If it meant trouble, as it undoubtedly did, that trouble would have to be faced.
  4. Earning the gratitude of Kid Brady, who has been complaining to Windsor that he cannot get a fair chance in the crooked world of New York boxing; they resolve to use the magazine to boost his career. He has his first big fight and wins handsomely. After the fight, the Cosy Moments team hires Brady as “fighting editor”, to protect them. This helps them as and when they get dragged into unsavoury street fights.
  5. Thanks to a series of articles on the conditions in “Pleasant Street,” a large new readership springs up and keeps growing every week. Advertisements come trooping in. Cosy Moments, in short, experiences an era of prosperity undreamed of in its history.
  6. Highlighting the issues faced by tenement dwellers also draws the attention of an unsavoury kind. Bribes get offered and promptly refused. Death threats loom large.
  7. Finding the paper’s distribution hit by thugs, Psmith realises they must up their game. He plans to use the tenement’s rent collector to track the owner.
  8. After another skirmish gets successfully tackled, Windsor gets the rent collector to divulge a name, that of Stewart Waring, a candidate for city Alderman and former Commissioner of Buildings.
  9. Kid Brady goes off for a round of fights, while Windsor gets picked up by the police. Psmith gets kidnapped in broad daylight but, thanks to Kid Brady, manages to escape.
  10. Bat Jarvis and his henchman Long Otto are persuaded to stand guard at the Cosy Moments office the following day. Some gang members burst in but are chased off with a warning from Jarvis to leave the magazine alone.
  11. Wilberfloss returns with the old contributors, enraged at the changes in the paper; he threatens to contact the owner, but Psmith reveals that he owns the paper, having bought it a month previously. Mr. Wilberfloss is deeply disturbed. Editorships of the kind which he aspired to are not easy to get. If he were to be removed from Cosy Moments, he would find it hard to place himself anywhere else. “Editors, like manuscripts, are rejected from want of space.”
  12. Waring appears. He walks into the room with the air of one who would never apologise for existing. There are some men who seem to fill any room in which they may be. Mr. Waring was one of these. He threatens Psmith but is forced to give him $5,000 to improve the tenements, plus three to replace his hat which had got damaged in one of the untoward instances.
  13. Psmith restores Wilberfloss and the staff of Cosy Moments to their positions, Billy Windsor having been offered his previous job at another paper at a fine salary.
  14. A few months later, back in rainy Cambridge, Psmith hears that Waring lost his election. Still, he has one consolation. He owns what, when the improvements are completed, will be the finest and most commodious tenement houses in New York. Also, Kid Brady has won his chance at a title fight, while Mr Wilberfloss has regained the paper’s old subscribers.

To bring about the desired transformation, Psmith stands up to external pressure. He does not allow the magazine to get muzzled. Such are the perils of journalistic life.

(Note: There are quite a few differences between Psmith, Journalist and The Prince and Betty. However, both have a similar storyline, leading us to similar lessons from a journalistic life. Thus, the latter has not been covered here.)

A socialistic streak

Plum is often said to concentrate more on the aristocracy and the eccentricities of the upper echelons of British society. However, to be fair to him, he is an author who is concerned not only about the classes but also about the masses. If Something Fresh takes a detailed look at life below the stairs, Psmith, Journalist also reveals a socialistic streak by dwelling at length on the plight of those who live in Big Apple’s slums, and the courage shown by Psmith to serve them in some way.

More to be pitied than censured?

Having had a cursory look at the journalistic escapades of quite a few of Plum’s characters who have an abiding passion for the written word, one may safely conclude that they are more to be pitied than censured.

To sum up some of the challenges they face:  

  1. Being always on the lookout for revenue-yielding memoirs, juicy gossip, and current affairs of interest to the general public.
  2. Correcting a manuscript while maintaining the sanctity of the voice of the author. Being kind-hearted has its own perils.
  3. Having to face pressure from seniors in the hierarchy and from those who happen to be the pushy/dominating kind. Developing spines made of chilled steel helps.
  4. At times, facing the guilt of having rejected a manuscript which eventually goes on to be a roaring success at the hands of another publisher.
  5. The stress of having to interact with authors whose manuscripts have been found to have little merit.
  6. Hiring those who come armed with references; firing those who end up losing subscribers.

When it comes to those who keep the giant wheels of the publishing universe spinning, Plum paints a wide canvas of the kind of constraints they work under. They face financial pressures. Keeping readers in a positive frame of mind implies a strict scrutiny of the content they decide to publish. Hiring the right talent and firing the deadwood is an area of concern. Interpersonal and legal challenges must be faced with a chin-up attitude. Ethical issues need to be tackled with aplomb. Relationships with authors and other stakeholders deserve to be managed with empathy and firmness. If a major concern of a social nature is to be taken up, networking with the underworld and strongmen becomes crucial for attaining success.

While capturing the nuances of professional hazards faced by doctors, lawyers, bank managers, dog-biscuit marketeers, detectives, rozzers, principals, politicians, movie magnates, actors, musicians, artists, painters, accountants, secretaries, valets, butlers, cooks, gardeners, pig-keepers, et al, Plum’s sharp eye does not miss much. Likewise, when it comes to describing a journalistic life, he does not disappoint.

Note

  1. Inputs from Neil Midkiff, Eulalie (https://madameulalie.org/index.html), and Suryamouli Datta are gratefully acknowledged.
  2. This article can also be accessed at https://consciousenterprisenetwork.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-myriad-challenges-faced-by.html

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Allow me to share with you how his creative genius has exercised his soft power on a lesser mortal like me.

My earliest interactions with the master of Indian Cinema

I shall not delve into an analysis of his writing or filmmaking style here. Instead, allow me to recount my enduring fascination with this individual, a fascination that has only grown over the years despite conceding to certain critics who possess a profound understanding of the art of cinema and literature. My initial encounter with this luminary was through his debut film, ‘Panther Panchali (Verses of the Road).’

Back then, in the third grade, I was enthralled by action-packed movies and witty dialogues, the kind that resonated with my young mind. To me, Spiderman, Superman, and He-Man held more allure than any film of that era. I would eagerly watch the screen, whether on television or at the cinema, during fight scenes, shootouts, or comedic moments. It was during this time that I first encountered ‘Verses of the Road.’ Watching it alongside my younger cousin, who was two years my junior, I experienced a newfound appreciation for storytelling. Unlike the captivating action sequences, my interest in this film stemmed not from its technical aspects, which was perhaps too much to expect from me at that time, but rather from its narrative, which evoked the storytelling style of my elders.

Then, a film called ‘Shakha Proshakha’ (‘The Branches of a Tree’) was aired on television. Despite being by the same director, it failed to captivate me, save for a few clever lines delivered by a young child actor who amusingly mimicked phrases like ‘Batman’ and ‘Superman’. His familiar gestures, like darting into a thicket with a toy gun, alone resonated with me deeply.

As I followed his journey, other films like ‘Apur Sansar’ (The World of Apu) and ‘Mohapurush’ (The God Man) caught my attention, yet failed to resonate, perhaps because I was too young to grasp their significance back then.

Back in my fifth-grade days, I harboured a fervent desire to emulate him – a film director, you see. It stemmed from my own struggles with academic achievements of any kind, a trait that he shares with me.  I recall stumbling upon his stories in books or magazines and catching a glimpse of him on TV. Looking back, I cannot help but chuckle at my youthful naivety. As I’ve matured, both physically and mentally, I’ve come to understand that he occupies a pedestal beyond my reach. Critics may nitpick, and there may have been filmmakers of greater acclaim before and after him, but none hold a candle to the place he holds in my heart. He serves as a guiding light, steering me towards a deep appreciation for the world of film and literature.

Immersed in the legend’s Literary Palette: An Anthology of Wonder

In the 5th grade, amidst one of my summer breaks, I stumbled upon a book from my mother’s collection titled ‘Ek Dojon Goppo’ (‘An Anthology of a Dozen Stories’). The initial tale, ‘Septopus-er Khide’ (‘The Hungry Septopus’), depicted a carnivorous plant resembling an octopus, bringing peril to its owner. At the time, while I found some scenes thrilling, overall, the story failed to captivate me.

Following this was ‘Bankubabu-r Bandhu’ (‘Banku’s Friend’), narrating the story of an innocent village schoolmaster teased by peers and students until encountering an alien named ‘Ang,’ subsequently altering his life. Interestingly, I had already watched a televised adaptation of this story, featuring Sadhu Meher as Banku. Having also seen ‘E.T.’ by then, the narrative felt somewhat familiar. Controversy arose when the author, also a filmmaker, envisioned earlier adapting the tale into a Hollywood collaboration film named ‘Alien,’ encountering similarities with ‘E.T.’ Yet, irrespective of the debate, the story failed to resonate with me at the time, likely due to my prior exposure to its audio-visual renditions.

First Realization: Indigo Terror

As I delved into the pages of the book ‘Ek Dojon Goppo,’ initially sceptical of its worth, one particular short story, ‘Neel Atanka’ (The Indigo Terror), captured my attention entirely. Aniruddha Bose, a 29-year-old employee of a prestigious multinational corporation, embarks on a journey to Dumka, near Bolpur, Shantiniketan, in his own car. Along the way, he encounters a series of mishaps—his car’s tires bursting at regular intervals, forcing him to rely on only one replacement. With no other recourse, he seeks refuge in a nearby house overseen by a caretaker, a narrative device that may have subsequently inspired the Ramsay Brothers, albeit uncredited (wink!). Exhausted, Aniruddha resigns himself to rest for the night. However, in the dead of night, he awakens to find himself transformed into the former owner of the house, a European indigo planter from long ago. The story unfolds with Aniruddha grappling with his new identity and the events that follow.

Long before the film ‘Bhool Bhulaiyaa,’ this narrative evoked the eerie atmosphere of a psychological horror tale. Moreover, being a short story, it left unresolved whether Aniruddha was possessed or was merely grappling with a psychological affliction that fateful night. Much like Tagore’s ‘The Hungry Stones,’ this tale masterfully navigated a complex plot with deceptive simplicity.

How The Indigo Terror Brought Out The Creator In Me

Let me share more reflections on this story, particularly the profound impact it had on me. Aniruddha, in my perception, embodied the essence of a western cowboy, albeit without the guns and horses. He exuded a down-to-earth demeanour, living life on his own terms. Even when faced with the peculiar experience in the former European indigo planter’s house, he approached it with remarkable nonchalance, almost as if it were just another day. This aspect deeply resonated with me. By no stretch of imagination can I be held to be an expert in the craft of dishing out screenplays. However, such was the grip of the narrative that I found myself compelled to draft my own screenplay.  Let me recount a few memorable elements from my envisioned screenplay:

FADE IN:

EXT. HIGHWAY – DAY

Aniruddha drives his Ambassador car at full speed on a highway, flanked by trucks and lorries. Tense and escalating background music sets the mood.

CUT TO:

INT. AMBASSADOR CAR – DAY

Close up on Aniruddha, his face filled with determination as he drives with full concentration. The camera shifts focus to three tyres – one on the driver’s side and two at the back.

CUT TO:

EXT. HIGHWAY – DAY

The right tyre at the back bursts suddenly, startling Aniruddha. He grips the steering wheel tightly, his irritation evident. The camera quickly moves outside to show the car stopped in a peculiar position on the side of the road.

CUT TO:

EXT. HIGHWAY – DAY

Aniruddha steps out of the car, frustration evident in his movements. He begins working on replacing the burst tyre, his hands moving swiftly. The camera blacks out from a top view, only the sharp sound of metal is heard.

CUT TO:

EXT. HIGHWAY – DAY

The camera lights up, revealing Aniruddha having completed his mission. His shirt clings to his body due to sweat, but his expression is one of determination and accomplishment.

End of Scene.

In the narrative, I recollect the scene vividly, perhaps the most haunting sequence I experienced at that time. Aniruddha gradually comes to the realization that he has transformed into someone else. His slumber is abruptly interrupted by the howling of a hound. Aniruddha casually attempts to check his watch, an automatic timepiece that was quite in vogue when the tale was penned, only to discover it missing. With a sense of dread creeping over him, he turns around to reach for his torch, only to find it absent as well! Gripped by fear, he wonders if he has been pilfered during the night in this unfamiliar locale. Springing out of bed, he rushes to inspect his luggage, only to find it gone too!

I recall envisioning myself directing this scene with a not-so-well-defined screenplay in my mind.

**FADE OUT.**

**INT. ANIRUDDHA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT**

Aniruddha’s POV: Darkness envelops the room. Moonlight spills in through the window, casting eerie shadows.

SOUND: Howling of the hound continues, distant yet haunting.

Camera captures Aniruddha’s left hand, indicating he was trying to look at his watch, finding it bare. Panic flickers in the darkness.

SOUND: A muffled gasp, barely audible.

Camera captures Aniruddha’s other hand that darts to the other side of the bed, finding emptiness where the torch should be.

SOUND: Howling of the hound intensifies, heightening the tension.

Aniruddha’s body lurches forward, the camera capturing the movement as he dives under the bed.

SOUND: Silence, broken only by the faint howling of the hound.

The camera captures the floor under the bed  which looks clean and empty.

SOUND: The rustle of fabric, as Aniruddha’s hand brushes against the floor.

**FADE OUT.**

**THE END.**

Discovering More of his Literature

The narrative left such an indelible mark upon me that I eagerly delved into the next tale, ‘Anathbabur Bhoy’ (The Fear of Anathbabu), with heightened anticipation. Even on a sweltering, sun-drenched afternoon, I recall vividly the lingering sense of unease that enveloped me after reading it. The enchantment, it seems, lies in the seamless integration of the supernatural, depicted with such casual and natural flair that its presence lingers long after the story concludes.

The next story I delved into was ‘Badur Bibhishika’ (The Terror of the Bat) – a tale infused with a werewolf or vampire undertone. The protagonist, also serving as the narrator, harbours a degree of chiroptophobia. Encountering a stranger named Jagdish Parcival Mukherjee in a local graveyard in Siuri, the situation takes a peculiar turn for the protagonist. He begins to suspect that Jagdish possesses the ability to transform into a bat! Undoubtedly, I found the story intriguing and maintained my curiosity into the following one – ‘Bipin Choudhury-r Smritibhram’ (Bipin Choudhury’s Amnesia). Here, Bipin Choudhury, the central character, encounters a stranger named Parimal Ghosh in a bookstore, who asserts a past connection with Bipin in Ranchi. Bipin is taken aback as he has never set foot in Ranchi before. As the narrative unfolds, Bipin confides in his close friends and realizes that indeed he visited Ranchi, yet cannot recollect the memories. The climax of the story hinges on what transpires with him. While this story adopts a thriller format, it inherently delves into the matter of values. It offers a unique fusion of values with the thriller genre. However, I must note that this narrative was adapted into a Netflix web series titled ‘Forget Me Not,’ which failed to captivate me. After revisiting ‘Bipin Choudhury-r Smritibhram,’ I revisited the stories that initially left me unimpressed, only to now find them intriguing. Thus, I found myself developing what one might dub ‘an acquired taste’ for the author’s oeuvre.

Exploring the World of a Master Storyteller: A Journey of Passion and Persistence

Following a series of articles in various newspapers and magazines, I found myself gradually developing a profound interest in the author behind these captivating stories. With each piece I read, my curiosity deepened.  I started grasping the remarkable genius underlying his diverse range of writings, films, and unique filmmaking approach, including his interactions with actors. Intrigued by his distinctive style, I embarked on a quest for more knowledge.

In those days, devoid of internet access, my pursuit led me to rely solely on the insights garnered from magazines and newspapers to uncover the next book to delve into. I vividly recall spending countless hours in local bookshops, yearning to simply touch and feel the pages of his works, knowing my limited financial resources barred me from purchasing them outright. Determined to acquire his books, I meticulously saved every penny, whether gifted to me on birthdays or in recognition of other achievements. My maternal aunt played a pivotal role in assisting me in obtaining these literary treasures.

Titles like ‘Aro Ek Dojon’ (One More Dozen), ‘Aro Baro’(Twelve More), ‘Ebaro Baro’ (Twelve Again This Time), and ‘Eker pithe dui’ (One Tenths and Two) proudly adorned my book rack, marking the beginning of a cherished collection. Moreover, delving into crime thrillers penned by this author became a thrilling adventure that I eagerly looked forward to with a keen sense of anticipation.

Simultaneously, my cinematic journey continued as I immersed myself in his films, gradually developing an acquired taste for his distinct storytelling prowess.

Tales of Crime and Detection

In the same book, ‘Ek Dojon Goppo,’ nestled at its conclusion were a couple of short stories: ‘Feludar Goendagiri’ (The Investigation by My Elder Brother Felu) and ‘Kailash Chowdhurir Pathor’ (The Gems of Kailash Choudhury), which whisked me away into a captivating universe of detective tales.

Enter ‘Felu,’ a detective extraordinaire, accompanied by his trusty cousin and sidekick, delving into a myriad of mysteries, each more intriguing than the last. These tales, so uniquely crafted, were bound to astonish any reader of my tender age. Thus began my enchantment with this universe, fuelling a relentless quest for Feluda books across bookshops, libraries, and even within the confines of relatives’ homes. And never once was I left disappointed, for ‘Feluda’ was a name omnipresent on the Bengali bookshelves, an iconic figure etched into the collective consciousness of every Bengali. Fortunately, a school friend, already steeped in the delights of this literature, graciously aided me in my quest, generously sharing volumes penned by this esteemed author. It’s worth noting that this friend of mine possessed a remarkable talent for storytelling, effortlessly weaving narratives that held us spellbound during our free periods. As the monitor of our class, I now realize, it served him twofold – honing his storytelling prowess while simultaneously diverting attention away from classroom duties. Soon, our circle of friends caught the fever, engaging in book swaps and animated discussions fuelled by the gripping adventures of Feluda.

Continuing with the same method outlined in the previous section, I embarked on my quest for the treasures of Feluda, the iconic fictional detective. Pouring over magazines and newspapers, I eagerly purchased and devoured books dedicated to him in rapid succession. Titles like ‘Feluda one, Feluda two’, ‘Feluda and Co.’, ‘Badshahi Angti’ (The Ring of the Emperor), ‘Baksho Rohossyo’ (The Mystery of the Suitcase), and many more swiftly found their place on my bookshelf, filling it with an ever-growing collection.

The dynamic chemistry between the trio who belong to different age groups – Feluda, his cousin Topse, and his humorous friend Lalmohanbabu – proved to be exceptional. It is this chemistry that makes revisiting these books a delight. Sometimes, I daresay, the camaraderie between them surpasses even that of Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

Much like the majority of the author’s other tales, Feluda narratives, frequently lacking in female presence, deftly entwine moral themes amidst their exhilarating plots. Isn’t it rather curious? The absence of women in Feluda tales – is simplicity the key to less complication? Though one might raise an eyebrow at the notion of a crime thriller sans complexity, I dare say this author was a virtuoso in such matters! His narratives, akin to a well-orchestrated symphony, subtly unveil moral motifs amidst the pulse-pounding intrigue. However, though told simply, some stories feature female characters and are given a noirish treatment, such as ‘Chinnamastar Abhishap’ (The Curse of Goddess Chinnamasta) and ‘Doctor Munshi-r Diary’ (The Diary of Doctor Munshi), reminiscent of Raymond Chandler, showcasing moral dilemmas and values subtly. In ‘Baksho Rahassya’ (The Mystery of the Suitcase), Feluda opts to let the antagonist go due to a lack of evidence for a courtroom conviction. However, when the same story is adapted into a screenplay by the author, Feluda harshly punishes the antagonist, labelling him a ‘thief’ in front of others. Perhaps the author aimed to underscore the importance of ‘values’ when presenting the story in a visual format.

One of my favourite Feluda tales, ‘Joto Kando Kathmandu Te’, was later remade as ‘Kissa Kathmandu Mein’ (The Trouble at Kathmandu) for television, targeting a national audience. Though I’m uncertain if any version of it exists online today, the adaptation featured Shashi Kapoor as Feluda, Alankar as Topshe, and Mohan Agashe as Lalmohan Babu.

Cinematic Revival: Rediscovering Masterpieces

A few days after enchanting me with his literary prowess, the author was bestowed with Oscars for his monumental contributions to world cinema before departing for his heavenly abode.

During that period, ‘Doordarshan’, the Indian Television Network, aired movies directed by him. I revisited ‘Panther Panchali’ with renewed reverence for the director, followed by the delightful ‘Goopy Gayen Bagha Bayen’ (Adventures of Goopy and Bagha), which I savoured thoroughly. Finally, a Feluda tale, ‘Sonar Kella’ (The Golden Fortress), captured my attention. I recall the television host summarizing the story before its airing, describing it as the tale of Mukul, who could recall his past life and claimed to have resided in a fort in Rajasthan. Pressured by the revelation of valuable stones in his past home, Mukul becomes the target of nefarious individuals. His father seeks the aid of a private investigator. As a kid, I distinctly recall a twinge of disappointment towards the television host as she casually mentioned Feluda (who, in my eyes as well as those of many Bengalis, had already attained an iconic status) as a ‘private detective.’

Deep Focus on the author as a filmmaker

After his Oscar-winning triumph and subsequent passing away, the media was flooded with articles delving into his life and work. Immersed in these pieces, I uncovered a deeper understanding of the man and his keen eye for detail, his cinematic philosophy, and his fusion of art and science. Concurrently, I delved into his literary repertoire. His eclectic interests permeated his writings, from the adventures of detective Feluda to his captivating science fantasy tales. Yes, I purposefully employ the term ‘fantasy’ because these narratives transcend the bounds of scientific certainty, inviting readers to imagine what science might one day substantiate.

The Professor Shonku stories, in particular, transported me to a realm where viruses inhabit spherical worlds, trees thrive on human cognition, and an enigmatic pistol has the power to make beings and objects vanish from existence.  In the past, depictions of robots, that are mentioned in such stories, mimicking human behaviour, seemed utterly fantastical. These days,  with the rise of artificial intelligence, one is left in awe of the prescient nature of the author’s works and wonders if such portrayals may eventually blur the lines of reality.

I embarked on my journey of maturation alongside this multi-talented artist, who excelled as a director, author, and illustrator, revelling in his imaginative works. Subsequently, post-college, I had the opportunity to revisit some of his cinematic masterpieces when they were reissued in theatres. Films like ‘Arannyer Din Ratri’ (Days and Nights of the Forest) and ‘Pratidwandi’ (The Adversary) captivated me anew, allowing me to rekindle my admiration for his boundless creativity.

The Author and Wodehouse: A Meeting of Literary Minds

My fascination with P.G. Wodehouse was initially nurtured within my family circle, but his novels and stories significantly bolstered my admiration for the beloved author. I stumbled upon an article mentioning his affinity for Wodehouse, and as I matured, I discerned a striking resemblance between his works and those of the maestro himself. Whether through the sharp repartee in his films or the witty banter within his stories, his writing exudes a similar charm. Just as Feluda and Shonku have their own series, he crafted a distinct collection centered around ‘Tarini Khuro’ (Uncle Tarini), reminiscent of Wodehouse’s ‘Mulliner’ tales. While Tarini’s narratives occasionally veer into the supernatural or delve into emotional depths, the essence remains consistent. Moreover, the ‘Tarini Khuro’ stories serve as a masterclass in the art of storytelling, showcasing the creator’s versatility and prowess. One can truly grasp the breadth of his talent by delving into his literary oeuvre alone.

Feluda, the ingenious detective crafted by the author, to me, bears a striking resemblance to Psmith in his poised demeanour amid crises. Much like Feluda, who confronts his nemesis Maganlal Meghraj with remarkable calmness, Psmith maintains his cool in challenging circumstances. In ‘Joy Baba Felunath’ (The Elephant God), Feluda faces off against the formidable Maganlal Meghraj, yet his serene and collected demeanour never falters. Similarly,  in P.G. Wodehouse’s tales, Psmith confronts adversaries with a suave approach and an unflappable attitude.

In the story ‘Bombaiyer Bombete’ (The Bandits of Mumbai), the author weaves a narrative where the Bengali iconic sleuth Feluda steps forward to assist his friend and companion, Lalmohanbabu. This action surely evokes memories of Wodehouse’s character Bertie Wooster, who, to aid his friends, frequently finds himself in perilous situations.  The only divergence here is that Feluda must don both the Berite and Jeeves hats simultaneously to unravel the mystery.

Another story that I can remember at the moment is ‘Ghurghutiar Ghotona’ (The Trouble at Ghurghutiya) wherein, like Wodehouse’s stories, problem-solving involved misunderstandings and witty dialogues.

In ‘Shonku-r Shonir Dosha’ (Prof. Shonku in Dread Problem) we find, much like Wodehouse, characters resorting to mistaken identities and getting entangled in difficult situations.

P. G. Wodehouse is best known as a humourist. However, he had also dabbled in crime fiction, perhaps a rub-off of his having been an admirer of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Agatha Christie. Crime had found its way into some of his own writing, including into some of his Jeeves and Wooster and Blandings Castle stories. The range of misdemeanours depicted therein comprises thefts, bank heists, and airgun shootings, and even blackmail. In Wodehouse’s venture, ‘Death at the Excelsior’, he endeavours to concoct a crime thriller with a meticulously arranged sequence of events. Yet, at the close of the day, it leaves one with the impression of a light-hearted tale, with ‘murder’ serving as the solitary sombre element, a departure from his usual literary escapades.

While I’m fully aware that my stance might provoke the ire of passionate readers and discerning critics, let’s just say the comparison here is akin to trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. Allow me to elaborate. In the whimsical world of Wodehouse, these predicaments are served up with a generous dollop of humour and charm, akin to a delightful soufflé rising in the oven. On the other hand, our novel protagonists find themselves grappling with these challenges in the midst of murky criminal investigations, where the stakes are higher than a giraffe’s necktie. So, you see, it’s a bit like comparing apples to oranges – both fruit, but with vastly different flavours and textures!

Unveiling Wisdom: Exploring the Depths of Knowledge Through Timeless Tales

These stories are not only  exciting and mysterious but also teach us new things. For example, I learned what galoshes are from reading the story ‘Neel Atanka’, even though the internet didn’t exist then! The description was so clear and vivid that I could picture them in my mind, even though I had never seen them before.

Since many of the stories about Feluda, Shonku, and Tarini Khuro are also about travel, they not only make us want to visit new placesbut also to learn more about them.

Also, I learned the meaning of the word incredible in a really easy way from the story ‘Feludar Goendagiri.’ In the story, Topse, Feluda’s cousin, helper  narrator of the story, is sitting in a  Darjeeling mall and overhears two old people talking about something, and the word incredible comes up. Topse knew the meaning of the word and since he’s telling the story, he explains it to the readers. Later, Feluda uses his amazing skills like Sherlock Holmes to figure out which side of the mall Topse was sitting on just by looking at his face! Topse is surprised and thinks of the word incredible in his mind. This is the easiest way to learn new words in school: first know the word, then know the meaning, and finally use it. But this story teaches us the same thing without making it feel like we’re being taught something! 

From ‘Bankubabur Bondhu,’ I got a glimpse into the fascinating world of piranhas, those creatures of the depths with their sharp teeth. I also learned about the curious penguins that live in faraway lands.

There are many other such tales that I could share, but I do not  wish to overwhelm you with my discoveries. Instead, I encourage you to read these wonderful writings for yourselves and embark on your own journey of knowledge. 

Although the author is renowned as a director, his writings first stirred my soul. This inspired me to seek out his films, which I found equally endearing.

I may not have delved deeply into his cinematic endeavours here, for I believe the same have already been meticulously analysed by countless critics with a keen understanding of the art far surpassing my own.

Homage to the Maestro: Celebrating the Legacy of Satyajit Ray

On the auspicious occasion of his 103rd birth anniversary, I humbly acknowledge his creative genius.  I offer my reverence to the individual who, alongside my parents, has steered me on my path of this lifetime, and undoubtedly will continue to do so in the days ahead.

Incidentally, throughout the entire article, I realize that I have not once mentioned his name. Yet, for the sake of thoroughness, it’s worth noting – his name, in case you are still twiddling your thumbs, is Satyajit Ray.

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Ranveer Singhania, the tall debonair steel-grey eyed heir to Delhi-based Singhania Empire, had thought that her cheerful vibrant personality, her uninhibited laughter and easy going nature would balance out his serious and colorless life. That she would be the best life partner for him. He had felt it in his heart that making this chirpy and full of life girl his wife will be the best decision of his life. She had caught his attention from the day she had stepped into his life like an innocent cute deer, prancing through life without any worries. She was the only one who made him smile with her non-stop chattering, and make him laugh at her antics. Her huge doe shaped eyes were filled with warmth. And her beautiful smile could warm up any one’s heart. She was one of a kind and she was the one for him. Or so he thought.

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Recently, I came across this wonderful site which has many delectable stories to narrate. Permit me to share this one with all of you.

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She was just an average young girl. Like 20 million others in India. Born in a loving middle class family, with normal pretty looks, average intelligence, a genuine heart and big dreams. Lofty aspirations fueled by movies and novels. Specially that of her future husband or boyfriend. All she wanted was a tall, dark, brooding, rich yet loving, possessive guy for herself. Nothing that can be termed as asking for much, if you ask her. But blame it on her deeply ingrained middle class values or lack of opportunities, the boyfriend phase never came in her life. She directly graduated to the matrimonial phase. And true to their word and ambitions, her parents swiftly found her a ‘suitable and nice boy’ as soon as she was of age.

And he was something she never thought she would ever end up with. Too sweet. Too understanding. Too accommodating…

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Bishal Dev Bandhopadhya was a brilliant individual but a terrible boss. He held a senior position in an organisation of repute in Bangalore. One afternoon, Bishal is found collapsed on his table and dies soon after he is taken to the hospital. His coffee has been laced with poison. Is this murder or suicide?

Read more about this mystery in the recently released book ‘Who Killed the Boss?’

It is a whodunit which comes highly recommended, especially for hard-nosed CEOs, HR honchos and line managers who treat the people around them like mere specks of dust beneath their chariot wheels!

The narrative is lucid, tight and has a smooth flow. It keeps the reader hooked from very early itself. Suspense keeps building and one keeps twiddling one’s thumbs trying to figure out the real suspect. The amazing part is the expertise the author has deployed – one can’t figure out how – of bringing in extensive knowledge about detective methods, criminology, chemistry of poisons and drugs, human aspirations and motivations, the brighter and the darker side of pharmaceutical industry and, above all, the flip side of bosses who become road rollers. The concluding part is simply brilliant, touching upon a part of the underbelly of corporate life – a boss’ tyranny – and goes even further to
offer a preventive road map for the future.

The touch of compassion towards the accused is a fine stroke indeed. As the human race hurtles towards cold advances in technology, the criticality of following human values is appropriately brought home.

A complaint, if I may. There should be a law that authors refrain from coming up with such un-put-down-able books. Like captivating members of the tribe of the delicately nurtured, such books demand undivided attention and often end up disturbing the normal life of a lay reader.

(Pradeep Swaminathan has had a fairly successful corporate career in India and abroad. Prior to his retirement he was on the board of listed companies. Some of his articles have been published both in the Hindu and Readers Digest. His first book was based on a PG Wodehouse character and published privately got him an excellent review from the Hindu. The book ‘Who Killed the Boss?’ is his first one to be formally published. It can be accessed here.)

 

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The brainy coves amongst us often keep twiddling our thumbs trying to figure out if crime and humour go together in the realm of literature. Those who have waded through ‘Hot Water’ or any other whodunits dished out by P G Wodehouse would readily respond in the affirmative. Those who also happen to be fans of the likes of Agatha Christie and others would heartily approve of the sentiment, but may not be aware of the kind of impact our master story tellers have had on each other’s works.

Here is a scholarly piece (if piece is indeed the word I want) which goes deeper into the question of Plum’s influence on classic crime fiction. Permission to re-blog it here is gleefully acknowledged.

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Today, it has been five years since I first began writing this blog. How much has changed! I almost feel embarrassed by my early reviews. (Cue everyone searching to read how bad they were). To date I have managed to rack up 1133 posts and 1191808 words. You will probably laugh at the idea that I had a lot of second thoughts about starting my blog. After all, what would I have to say? (Yes, please stop laughing now, you might choke on your tea/coffee…)

I spent a lot of time wondering what to write about for this anniversary post and in the end I became inspired when I read that Anthony Berkeley dedicated Trial and Error (1937) to P. G. Wodehouse. A little more internet searching and I discovered that many other well-known classic crime writers had done the same thing: Agatha Christie’s Hallowe’en Party (1969), Edgar Wallace’s The…

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