Sunday marks the 142nd birthday of English humorist P.G. Wodehouse, who was born in Guildford, Surrey, in 1881. I posthumously honor his genius by saluting the simile, that most enchanting of comparative literary devices, which he so blithely deployed throughout his writing.
Admittedly, there is risk in paying tribute to a master in his own currency. Like taking a fashion tip from a rodeo clown, it brings with it more downside than upside. Might I miss the mark, sharing Wodehouse’s love of similes but not his consummate facility with them? Perhaps.
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