If this is what passes for a Wodehouse novel these days, the estate of P.G. Wodehouse has little to fear. The second half had more laughs in it than the first, and there were even times I laughed out loud (two times, I believe). But the 20-page sex scene was a little over-the-top (total number of Wodehouse sex-scene pages I've come across: zero), and the ending of the book was completely unsatisfying. Who ends a "comedy" book like that? Only someone who belongs to the Borat-school of comedy, where laughing at someone is indistinguishable from laughing with them.
Rating: 3 out of 7 giant inflatable monkeys.