Really very good fun. The last decade of Wodehouse's career is patchier than the rest, which is unsurprising given he wrote nigh-on 100 books, was pushing 100 years old, and was a half century out of the era he was writing about - not to mention he hadn't lived in England since the 1930s! These factors make for some works that either feel stodgy, archaic, or just plain "quaint". But this is a great little novel, clocking in at 200 pages, and running through a breezy plot that feels rather like a highlight reel of previous Jeeves and Wooster volumes.

True, there's nothing original here; this plot really is everything we've seen before, as if Wodehouse was trying to reunite as many characters as possible in case this was the final novel in the series. And there are occasions, I must admit, when gags are tirelessly repeated. Still, Wodehouse's comic voice is in healthy form, with lines that make the reader burst out laughing and none of the odd anachronisms that, although at their best feel like clever attempts to challenge form, often came to seem like the struggles of an author yoked forever to a formula.

The farce isn't quite as heightened or as clockwork-perfect as in the golden era, but you'd be forgiven for thinking this had been written at least 20 years earlier in his life. ( )

Well, I say! This splendid piece of literature is so jolly good I have to rate it among my favourite Wodehouse novels.

I’ve sometimes considered the Jeeves series overrated, and not enjoyed several of the novels as much as expected. Not so in this case. Lots of laughs, an entertaining plot, and plenty of nutty characters make this a great read. ( )

After reading the entire series, you'd think I'd be getting tired of Jeeves and Wooster, but this was one of my favorites. It had all the elements that make a Jeeves and Wooster classic--unwanted engagements, somnambulant cats, and threatening Spodes--but it also has a few surprises, including a shocker relating to the Junior Ganymede Club Book!

Note: I read a library copy titled Much Obliged, Jeeves. Wikipedia says that the two have a different last page, but their description of The Tie That Binds seems to match what I read. ( )

The reviews printed on the cover are true - it is impossible to remain grumpy while reading PG Wodehouse. Jeeves and Wooster are delightful! This was my first time reading them and now I want all the books. I love the way Wodehouse wrote from the first-person perspective of Wooster, the bumbling young aristocrat. It’s endlessly entertaining in its witticisms and snark, as well as cleverly-timed clumsiness. If you need a brain-break from more serious reading, don’t hesitate to reach for Jeeves. You won’t be sorry.
Note: it is first person, so the grammar is informal and conversational. Wodehouse, however, clearly had an impressively extensive vocabulary and sharp wit. The only real fault I found with this book was that it was so short! ( )

I very much enjoyed many of the literary references and the clever word choices. I did not find the story very interesting or clear and will probably not read other Wodehouse books. This was the light type of book that I needed right now. ( )