Cornford, Buckinghamshire, England -- 1940: Norman Huntley (you know, son of the master and proprietor of Huntley's Bookshop) and his friend Henry Beddow have fertile imaginations. Fertile and productive. In fact, quite too fertile and productive.
Spinning one of their frequent fabrications from the whole cloth, they devise Miss Hargreaves: poet, cockatoo-owner and octogenarian, niece to the Duke of Grosvenor and on and on... she seems so jolly Norman fires off a letter to her and chortles up his sleeve.
As Norman's father has warned him, "Always be careful, my boy, what you make up."
Far too fertile and productive, as I've said. For the incredible Mss Hargreaves appears at their door. Exactly as they have projected her. And life slips sideways.
This is Historical Fiction because it is set in 1940's England. In fact, Frank Baker published it in 1940, and it has now been re-published as part of The Bloomsbury Group
, "a new library of books from the early twentieth century chosen by readers for readers."
If you've run out of Wodehouse
and completely exhausted Sedaris
, give this a try.