I sprinted up to my sister’s front door and rapped the knocker.
Behind the door an unseemly scuffle was ensuing.
It sounded like a small mute hobgoblin was repeatedly jumping for the handle on the other side. Or doing a soft-shoe-shuffle, defying gravity, on the vertical surface of the door. I boggled.
Finally, the hobgoblin succeeded in reaching the latch. The door swung open revealing an apocalyptic scene: one of my stunning little nieces, the princesses, had been vying with what does sometimes indeed seem like a very small hobgoblin, my four-year old nephew, Big Al.
They both wanted to open the door.
And somewhere in the melee, Al had fallen and banged his head on the lintel. His mouth was a huge round capital ‘O’. A furious princess had stormed off to her tower.
I am rarely at a loss for words, but watched as Al’s Mum calmed the stormy waters with her customary ease. And with a certain discreet tact, my son melted into view.
He waited until there was an opening in the conversation, which was some time. He turned large solemn eyes on my sister and intoned: “Auntie Libby, I should tell you that Al has been trying very hard to annoy his sister for a while now.”
My sister nodded, pocketed this piece of intelligence which would undoubtably help the fiery princess’s cause.
We took a hasty leave. We had a coach to meet. I sat in the car, and Felix walked around to the passenger side.
And he announced: “I’m trying to be a bit more like Jeeves.”
I shook my head. Maybe it would clear out my ears a little. Did my son just declare he was modelling himself on a fictional manservant?
“Jeeves?” I said, “You mean, Bertie Wooster’s Jeeves?”
“I call him Mr Wooster, Mum, because it’s more formal.” he said.
“But why on earth would you want to be like Jeeves?” I stuttered. As a role model, this character blindsided all the obvious choices for the hero of a nine-year old boy.
Felix has been listening to PG Wodehouse’s work on audiobook and knows much of it by heart. It appeals to his sense of humour.
“He’s so calm, and he always knows the answer, and he’s always coming up with solutions for everything,” Felix rejoined.
You’ve got to hand it to my son. He chooses his role models with meticulous care.
Jeeves is a Gentleman’s Personal Gentleman. He is set up to serve, but through dint of being a bally genius at everything from dressing to betting on the horses to handling monstrous aunts, he emerges far superior to his employer in every conceivable way.
Indeed, he is far superior to us all. As Jeevesologist, journalist and writer Richard Usborne put it, he is a ‘godike prime mover.’
“One of the rummy things about Jeeves,” observes Bertie in “My Man Jeeves” , “is that unless you watch like a hawk, you seldom see him come into the room. He’s like one of those weird chappies from India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them.”
Jeeves reads Spinoza and Dostoyevsky and Shakespeare. He is a whizz at gambling, and car maintenance, and managing women. But little boys choose superheroes, central characters, for their idols: not servants.
I have yet to fathom what Felix sees in a man who is omniscient, yet chooses to work in a role of service. But I do think, as Bertie Wooster might say, that Felix is spot-on.
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Don’t forget there is honor in serving. And far more honor–and power–in being the intelligent, useful servant than in being an ignorant, hapless…er…servee? I agree with Felix entirely.
Me too. One could do worse than having a son like Jeeves.
I have never read the book, but somehow Jeeves has made it into the culture so that I immediately knew who you were talking about. And what a wise and sensitive Felix! I think for him to be drawn to the superior sensibilities in Jeeves rather than show any concern for his station, seals my already strong impression that your son is really quite incredible all on his own! I’m even impressed that he is listening to Wodehouse on audiobooks! I’m intrigued enough that I may try to do the same! You have piqued my curiosity, Kate. Debra
Debra, I feel sure you would love Wodehouse. He is affable but sublimely witty…
I believe Jeeves is real. He is an alien, of superhuman intelligence, who is visiting to study humans. He finds the whole human condition amusing, therefore he amuses himself in solving all manner of problems encountered by poor old Bertie and his chums.
Therefore a good role model – the man who knows all and can solve all, with that undefinable air….
An alien….never heard that one before, Sidey, but it could explain a few things…
so many people are aliens. Didn’t you see the MIB series of movies?
I’m definitely with Felix, although I would like Bertie’s income as part of the package.
I think that is an eminently practical requirement, Roger.
How does one rear such a child as Felix? Whatever you do, it’s working exceptionally well.
He seems to have achieved this unaided, Kathy 😀 He is very like my father: bit of a renaissance man…
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Kate, you are doing a cracking job by that child. 🙂
I’d love to take the credit, IE 😀 But he surprises me every day…
Felix is wise beyond his years- he knows who really wields the power!
He does. And I love the idea of someone modern with the values of Jeeves…
Found a box set of Wooster in a second hand bookshop this weekend Kate – I forgot how well crafted this work was!
It’s so sublimely funny, Jim!
Young Master Felix is actually honing his Batman skills by channeling the all knowing calmness of Jeeves.
All very Zen, Lou…
Spot on, indeed. I’m sitting here, reading, astonished at the knowing of Felix and that he is actually listening to Wodehouse at the ripe old age of nine – and that he “gets it”. Remember, dear Kate, that the movers and shakers of this world are not necessarily the ones we see on the television screen.
You really had me giggling with the picture you painted on your side of the door, with the hobgoblin at the handle and the miffed princess. You set this up well, in that way that you do, and made my day as I start to once again catch up.
It was such a funny moment, Penny, all the scrabbling, and me there wondering what on earth was going on. I don’t think I would have been surprised if t had turned out to be a hobgoblin!
I’m going to take a different route and posit that Felix is preparing you early to trust his teenage self. “Why, Felix would NEVER do that – insert horrible teenage thing here. He’s been at the library all afternoon.”
He’s very smart, that one. 🙂
Ah, yes, a smokescreen worthy of Jeeves, Andra 🙂 Inscrutable…
“chooses to work in a role of service” – ‘chooses’ being the operative word, I think – it’s obvious Jeeves is his own man in a way that Bertie Wooster never will be… and somehow your son at his young age has seen through an illusion that, face it, most adults never seem to…
Incredible, Ruth, isn’t it? Let us hope that conviction endures.
Bravo, Felix. A commendable choice. The world needs more wise men who can enter a room in silent dignity.
It does 🙂 Jeeves is an admirable role model….
I should be on my guard, Kate. These Felix’s they have a sly twinkle in their eyes every now and again, and a young man who can enter a room “like one of those weird chappies from India who dissolve themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way and assemble the parts again just where they want them” is a daunting prospect 😉
I know. Every now and then Felix gives me such a start 😀 We must watch them like hawks, Cameron!
Smart boy Felix!
Have yet to meet that weird chappie from India though, sounds more like a genie from Arabia 🙂
Ah, yes: Wodehouse was not celebrated for his multicultural awareness, Madhu. If you ever meet the chappie, be sure to let me know…
I am convinced that Felix will be a trusty and sagacious adult one day.
He’s already keeping me in order, Tilly!
Adore this boy, he is too funny and smart for words ;D
I never tire of watching how his mind works, Linda. There’s always a surprise coming. Just like his father.
I know where that boy is coming from – haha – I was pretty impressed with Jeeves myself when I first came upon him, and you must admit his master is a bit of a dweeb in comparison! Jeeves is like the puppet master!
Bertie is a total gibbering idiot, Gabrielle, but he knows a good gentleman’s personal gentleman when he sees one. For that he can be forgiven a great deal 😀