Bring on the Girls

Anyone who says God starts to make toads and end up with theater producers get's my snap of approval! I received this book in college and it's falling apart thanks to many times I've read it. Yeah, I love Bolton, Wodehouse and Kern... yeah, I love theater... yeah, I love laughing out loud when I read a book - well here's the book - a triple threat! C'mon fellas - we need some new copies!!!

"The Master," P.G. Wodehouse's very apt nickname, is in top form of this non-fiction account (well, I suspect there are a few embellishments) of his early days as a Broadway and off-Broadway lyricist. Working with the great Guy Bolton (they have a wonderful and witty relationship), and later joined by none other than Jerome Kern, the duo/trio face stubborn producers, a demand for formulaic story lines, a few prima donnas and prima dons, and the usual obstacle of financing. Wodehouse, who, as always, is a complete pleasure to read, marvelously chronicles their successes and failures. Although a tad misogynistic by today's standards, the description of the lot of the chorus girls (from which comes the title) reveals the hard life of the era, even before the Depression. The "Common Reader" edition of the book includes 16 pages of photos, including George and Ira Gershwin, Noel Coward, Charlie Chaplain, W.C. Fields. Gertrude Lawrence, Ethel Merman, and many more involved with Wodehouse and Bolton. With a list like that, it's clear that the struggling team made it big, both on Broadway and "across the pond." This is a breezy, witty, and informative account of the American theatre's early years, as it transformed from vaudeville into, eventually, the musical, as we know it today. Filled with shams and shenanigans, it sometimes has the flavor of the "lowlife" portraits of A. J. Liebling, but with a lot more of the trappings and triumphs of showbiz.

P.G. Wodehouse was often quoted as saying that his novels and stories were musical comedy without the music. Just how much this is true becomes apparent from reading his autobiographical book _Bring on the Girls_ (co-written with his musical theater partner, Guy Bolton). Although Wodehouse is now known for the 80-plus novels he wrote over his life starring such wonderful characters as Bertie Wooster and his manservant Jeeves, in the 1920s, Wodehouse was better known as a lyricist for a string of hit Broadway plays to which Bolton wrote the book (the play itself or the story) and Jerome Kern wrote the music. One New York critic thought so much of this trio that he wrote his own lyrics in praise: This is the trio of musical fame, Bolton and Wodehouse and Kern: Better than anyone else you can name, Bolton and Wodehouse and Kern. Nobody knows what on earth they'be been bitten by: All I can say is I mean to get lit an' buy Orchestra seats for the next one that's written by Bolton and Wodehouse and Kern. It's slightly difficult for us today to understand the Broadway of the 20s, because shows today take millions of dollars to stage and are usually remakes of movies. In the heyday of this trio, though, it only took $50k to stage one of their productions, and often this musical would move on to Hollywood or into one of Wodehouse's novels after it's run was done. The book itself reads like one of Wodehouse's best, as it focuses often on humorous anecdotes of the flamboyant characters of the time like Flo Ziegfield (he of Follies fame) and Col. Savage (who used to trick authors to work on his boat under the pretense of listening to their ideas for new plays). You can also get a glimpse into the stock market bubble of the time as Wodehouse and Bolton get all set to produce their own plays right before the crash. Of course, this is a Wodehouse book, so the text doesn't linger on the tragedy but instead focuses on how Wodehouse and Bolton both move on to Hollywood from there, making a silk purse out of a pork belly.