The title makes the main point: Wodehouse couldn't ask for a better interpreter. Jarvis is a perfect reader for Wodehouse.
It's important to understand what you're getting, though. There are only five stories on this audiobook. In their published versions, there is some overlap between this collection and "Carry On, Jeeves," and with a couple of exceptions Jarvis has omitted the ones that are in both.
If you're a real Wodehouse fanatic, you'll get BOTH versions of "My Man Jeeves" that are available here. The other one, recorded by Simon Prebble, gives you a chance to hear a couple of the stories in earlier versions: in one case involving a completely different set of characters. Prebble isn't as extroverted a reader as Jarvis, but he's quite good.
A nice sampling of shorter works by Chekhov. Stephen Fry is a first-rate narrator. He succeeded in doing what he said he wanted to do: stimulated my interest in Chekhov and sparked an effort to read (and listen to) more. Fortunately, to meet that need, there are several other audiobooks of Chekhov stories on Audible (by Kenneth Branagh and Ralph Cosham among others) with surprisingly little overlap: and of course a half-dozen new translations in the trade paperback market. The stories are sometimes light, sometimes dark, always full of selective and evocative detail. They have a certain quality I can't quite articulate: a kind of compassionate satire.
My one complaint, and it's something that's true of many short-story collections from Audible, is that the stories are jammed together: one story ends and the next begins in practically the same breath. Please: especially with stories like these, give us a couple of seconds of dead silence between each story: we need a moment to absorb the impact.
Good job (as usual) by Simon Vance. These stories are more explicitly religious than some of Tolstoy's work. The collection includes the title story, along with "God Sees the Truth but Waits," "Prisoner in the Caucasus," "What Men Live By," "Where Love Is, God Is," and "Alyosha the Pot." I particularly enjoyed "What Men Live By," which has a fairy-tale quality matched by both the writing and Vance's narration. "Father Sergius" and "Prisoner in the Caucasus" are more realistic, hard-bitten tales. An unusual and enjoyable collection. Unfortunately the chapter breaks are (apparently) based on the original CD lengths rather than the individual stories, so it's hard to navigate unless you're listening straight through.
As one of the apparently rare few who wasn't blown away by Half of a Yellow Sun, I took a gamble on Adichie's short story collection, The Thing Around Your Neck--and I'm very glad that I did. These twelve stories all feature Nigerian protagonists, but the settings, time periods, and situations shift from the 1967 Biafran war, to immigrants in the contemporary United States, back to a time when white missionaries were still a rare sight in Nigeria. Many of the stories deal with women struggling to balance between the old ways and the new, but Adichie also focuses on Nigeria's brutal politics, history of violence, divisive class system, and exploitation by the west. But behind those messages are real characters--real people--working hard at relationships and trying to make tomorrow just a little better than today. Adichie's writing itself is engaging and compelling, and the stories have encouraged me to seek out her other novels. Perhaps even to give Half of a Yellow Sun another try.
The reader does wonderful characterizations of both male and female characters. If I have one criticism of this audiobook, it's the transitions between stories--or, rather, the lack of any. Most of the stories don't end with a bang; they come to a gentle, even subtle conclusion, and the recording doesn't leave much of a pause between them. Often I was several minutes into a story before I realized that it was a new one with entirely different characters. Readers are justified in expecting at least a five-second pause to indicate a shift in time, place, and characters, and to let a conclusion settle in.