A Bunny of Sorts

[lifeisame.livejournal.com]

On the somewhat SERIOUS lines of fanfic:

Something that bothers me late at night is the thought of the time period J and W live in. Pretty soon the depression hits in the US, and I know England didn't suffer nearly as hard, but I wonder how they got by with that? And then of course, the scariest thing is WWII!! (and my knowledge of London life during this time is really limited to what I remember from high school history. Which isn't much.)

I mean, did Wooster have the money to avoid the military? Or did Jeeves for that matter? Or did Jeeves manage to get them both out of it? *fret fret* I'm pretty sure there's ample slash opportunities either way.

>_> These things keep me up at night. LOL, it doesn't make a very good plot bunny for me, but I figured I'd post these disturbing ideas here, in case someone else gets a bite.

I think waaaaaaaaaay to much into historical fiction and real history.

Comments

[kalayo.livejournal.com]

The introduction to one of the J&W novels mentioned Wodehouse's own experience in WWII briefly - something about giving a radio interview from a German prison camp. That novel also had a character based on Sir Oswald Moseley, leader of the British Fascist movement (who is relentlessly spoofed and made into a closet designer of women's underwear). Unfortunately, I can't remember off the top of my head which book it is.

[jeppa.livejournal.com]

SPODE? Roderick Spode was a spoof of an actual person? That is too funny... i always thought that character was just a stab at fascists in general.

[the-maenad.livejournal.com]

No, Spode (in The Code of the Woosters at least) was a jab at Oswald Mosley's 'black shirts'. There's actually a line in it somewhere about them wearing black football shorts 'because they'd run out of shirts'.

[tootsiemuppet.livejournal.com]

Hehe, i loved that bit. It absolutely cracked me up.

Wodehouse rarely takes any sort of really defined stance, so when something like this pops up, it's absolutely beautiful. I think that passage made him rise some five steps on my ladder of esteem. And five more when he has Bertie deliver a monologue against racism in another book. Oh, Plum, how I love you.