The great escapist

I've written once or twice that the best kind of escapism is the kind that's grounded in reality, that teaches you something about the world even as you're escaping. The exception that proves the rule would be P. G. Wodehouse -- nothing of reality to be found there, just sheer fun -- and it deserves to be ranked right up there with the very best escapism. Go here for a good review of what looks like a very good book. And then go read Right Ho, Jeeves as recommended. (C. S. Lewis confessed to laughing out loud in public over the prize-giving passage, which is just one more reason to love Lewis!)