Books
Blandings Castle serves as the setting for eleven novels and nine short stories.
- Something Fresh (1915)
- Leave it to Psmith (1923)
- Blandings Castle and Elsewhere (1935) – Six short stories of twelve, written from 1926 to 1931, occurring before the events of Summer Lightning:
- "The Custody of the Pumpkin"
- "Lord Emsworth Acts for the Best"
- "Pig-hoo-o-o-o-ey"
- "Company for Gertrude"
- "The Go-getter"
- "Lord Emsworth and the Girl Friend"
- Summer Lightning (1929)
- Heavy Weather (1933)
- Lord Emsworth and Others (1937) – One short story of nine:
- "The Crime Wave at Blandings"
- Uncle Fred in the Springtime (1939)
- Full Moon (1947)
- Nothing Serious (1950) – One short story of ten:
- "Birth of a Salesman"
- Pigs Have Wings (1952)
- Service With a Smile (1961)
- Galahad at Blandings (1965)
- Plum Pie (1966) – One short story of nine (probably to be read before Service With a Smile):
- "Sticky Wicket at Blandings"
- A Pelican at Blandings (1969)
- Sunset at Blandings (1977)
Wodehouse worked on Sunset at Blandings until his death, writing even in his hospital bed. It was unfinished and untitled when he died, and was subsequently edited (by Richard Usborne) and released in its incomplete form with extensive notes on the content.
All nine Blandings short stories were collected together in one volume entitled Lord Emsworth Acts for the Best in 1992.
The Folio Society published a six volume set The Best of Blandings consisting of Summer Lightning, Heavy Weather, Uncle Fred in the Springtime, Full Moon, Pigs Have Wings, and Service with a Smile.
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