Lovers of classic British humor will positively convulse over this
appallingly delinquent omnibus of Herbert’s
Punch columns from the 1920s to 1940s, featuring the
rampantly italicized, creatively spelled missives of the loquacious flapper Topsy Trout to her boon confidante, Trix. Out of the
mouths of babes and sucklings, so the Bible instructs, and the irrepressible Topsy holds ingenuously forth on such wide-ranging topics as Turkish baths, jury duty, children (“a bit
superfluous”), modern art, transatlantic flight, dog races, handsy men, evolution, and
Othello, which gets a
definitive one-star rating. Aghast at the hypocritical moralizing of moth-eaten nimrods
simply mad for “bird-murder and fishicide,” Topsy ventures, “To be
perfectly frank I’d sooner have the gin-habit than the gun-habit.” Herbert himself appears as Albert Haddock, a “most
narcotic man” whose tasteful influence adds variety to Topsy’s misadventures, eventually landing her in a seat in Parliament.
VERDICT Giddy with arch intensifiers and felicitous malapropisms, Topsy’s ebullient drollery is ferociously amusing; no self-respecting fan of Wodehouse or Waugh should be allowed to remain benighted, beyond the intoxicating glow of her company.
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