Simon Vance is one of the most accomplished readers out there, and here he tries his hand (throat? tongue?) at Wodehouse. He does a fine job with the character’s dialogue, though his rendering of the prose lacks the exuberance of the late (and great) Jonathan Cecil. Frankly, it's a bit like an opera star crossing over to operetta, or doing a Broadway show tunes album. Or it might be the sound of Vance's fine rendition of Proust's Swann's Way triggering involuntary memories/associations in this listener. Nevertheless, the ear adjusts, and Wodehouse works his magic regardless.
So far his Wodehouse recordings have been of lesser known works that no one else has recorded yet, so they are very welcome additions to the catalog. I hope there is more to come. How about: If I Were You, French Leave, and Do Butlers Burgle Banks?