I've been a reader of P G Wodehouse, and am particularly fond of his books featuring the characters of Bertie Wooster and his gentlemen's personal gentleman Jeeves. I've read the shorts stories and the novels all several times over. Given that Wodehouse passed away way back in 1975, to discover a "new" Jeeves and Wooster book is a real treat, even if - obviously - it's written as an homage by a different author. Several years back Sebastian Faulks penned "Jeeves and The Wedding Bells" which seemed to want to serve as a finale to the whole series. Although well-written I felt it wasn't entirely convincing to be considered part of the official canon. Recently I learnt that Ben Schott had written two further Jeeves novels and so I eagerly tracked down a copy of the first of these, "Jeeves and the King of Clubs". Ben Schott has obviously studied and scrutinised P G Wodehouse's work very closely, and his narration in the voice of Bertie Wooster is an absolute delight. There are also copious notes on each chapter at the back-end of the book, giving insight into the various Wodehousian references and historical details. The story builds and builds with various different strands happening involving a cast of characters that will be well known to the Wodehouse aficionado: Aunt Dahlia Travers, her husband Tom and chef Anatole, Tuppy Glossop and other members of the Drones club, Percy Gorringe, Florence Craye, Madeline Bassett and Lord Sidcup a.k.a. Roderick Spode - would-be fascist dictator and leader of the Black Shorts movement. Jeeves and Wooster find themselves embroiled in espionage on behalf of the Junior Ganymede organisation which in turn is working for His Majesty's Government, with Spode's worrying fascist inclinations being the focus of their investigations. Just when I thought Wooster has been set up for an almighty fall, or that things would go awry and he'd end up with egg on his face, only for Jeeves to save the day with another of his schemes, the story just seemed to fizzle out and I realised we'd come to the end. All in all, it felt unfinished to me. Maybe the story is picked up again in the next volume, "Jeeves and the Leap of Faith". Still, it's an enjoyable read although it could have been much more of a "romp". Schott's version of Bertie Wooster does seem to be a more mature, wiser version of the character. He even betters Jeeves in deducing the answer to a particular conundrum at one point.