P.G. Wodehouse
Jeeves always fixes it: comedy where the stakes never survive the chapter.
P.G. Wodehouse offers something scarce in fiction: guaranteed outcomes. However tangled the engagement or the aunt trouble, Jeeves restores order by the final page, every time. At bedtime that certainty works like a hammock. You can enjoy the tangle without carrying it, because the ending is never in doubt.
The stories are short and each one seals itself shut, which suits interrupted listening. My Man Jeeves, from 1919, collects eight of the early comic pieces and introduces Bertie Wooster and his valet in four of them; Elizabeth Grace reads that collection on The Sleepy Bookshelf. Carry On, Jeeves is the later set, read by Andrew Bond on Send Me To Sleep. Either works as a first listen, so choose by narrator or by show.
P.G. Wodehouse Short Stories rounds up early comic tales beyond the Jeeves stories, slowed to a drowsy amble. One warning applies to all three: Wodehouse is the rare sleep author who can make you laugh awake. Most listeners find the risk acceptable.
