Indiscretions of Archie

Indiscretions of Archie

P. G. Wodehouse

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Indiscretions of Archie is a novel by P. G. Wodehouse, first published in the United Kingdom on February 14, 1921 by Herbert Jenkins, London, and in the United States on July 15, 1921 by George H. Doran, New York. The book was adapted from a series of short stories, originally serialised in the Strand in the UK, between March 1920 and February 1921, and, all except one, in Cosmopolitan in the US between May 1920 and February 1921. The stories were rewritten and reorganised to create a more flowing novel form. The one story that was not published in Cosmopolitan, "Strange Experience of an Artist's Model", was collected in Wodehouse on Crime (1981) under the title "Indiscretions of Archie".

Preface

It wasn't Archie's fault really. Its true he went to America and fell in love with Lucille, the daughter of a millionaire hotel proprietor and if he did marry her--well, what else was there to do?

From his point of view, the whole thing was a thoroughly good egg; but Mr. Brewster, his father-in-law, thought differently, Archie had neither money nor occupation, which was distasteful in the eyes of the industrious Mr. Brewster; but the real bar was the fact that he had once adversely criticised one of his hotels.

Archie does his best to heal the breach; but, being something of an ass, genus priceless, he finds it almost beyond his powers to placate "the man-eating fish" whom Providence has given him as a father-in-law

P. G. Wodehouse

DEDICATION TO B. W. KING-HALL

My dear Buddy,--

We have been friends for eighteen years. A considerable proportion of my books were written under your hospitable roof. And yet I have never dedicated one to you. What will be the verdict of Posterity on this? The fact is, I have become rather superstitious about dedications. No sooner do you label a book with the legend--

TO MY

BEST FRIEND

X

than X cuts you in Piccadilly, or you bring a lawsuit against him. There is a fatality about it. However, I can't imagine anyone quarrelling with you, and I am getting more attractive all the time, so let's take a chance.

Yours ever,

P. G. WODEHOUSE.

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