Evelyn Waugh was a loving Husband, a wise and affectionate father and the funniest English novelist of the century. This selection of letters does full justice to these splendid attribute's " Phillip Toynbee.
Evelyn Waugh's father Arthur was a noted editor and publisher. His only sibling Alec also became a writer of note. In fact, his book “The Loom of Youth” (1917) a novel about his old boarding school Sherborne caused Evelyn to be expelled from there and placed at Lancing College. He said of his time there, “…the whole of English education when I was brought up was to produce prose writers; it was all we were taught, really.” He went on to Hertford College, Oxford, where he read History. When asked if he took up any sports there he quipped, “I drank for Hertford.”
In 1924 Waugh left Oxford without taking his degree. After inglorious stints as a school teacher (he was dismissed for trying to seduce a school matron and/or inebriation), an apprentice cabinet maker and journalist, he wrote and had published his first novel, “Decline and Fall” in 1928.
In 1928 he married Evelyn Gardiner. She proved unfaithful, and the marriage ended in divorce in 1930. Waugh would derive parts of “A Handful of Dust” from this unhappy time. His second marriage to Audrey Herbert lasted the rest of his life and begat seven children. It was during this time that he converted to Catholicism.
During the thirties Waugh produced one gem after another. From this decade come: “Vile Bodies” (1930), “Black Mischief” (1932), the incomparable “A Handful of Dust” (1934) and “Scoop” (1938). After the Second World War he published what is for many his masterpiece, “Brideshead Revisited,” in which his Catholicism took centre stage. “The Loved One” a scathing satire of the American death industry followed in 1947. After publishing his “Sword of Honour Trilogy” about his experiences in World War II - “Men at Arms” (1952), “Officers and Gentlemen” (1955), “Unconditional Surrender" (1961) - his career was seen to be on the wane. In fact, “Basil Seal Rides Again” (1963) - his last published novel - received little critical or commercial attention.
Evelyn Waugh, considered by many to be the greatest satirical novelist of his day, died on 10 April 1966 at the age of 62.
Years ago I wanted to see through different eyes, so I picked some men and read everything by them and about them. Evelyn Waugh I picked because he seemed to have a mind utterly alien to me in just about all ways--except that he deeply loved literature, and beautiful things, especially beautiful editions of books. We connected there.
I discovered a complex individual whose weakness was not loving other men (he managed to shove that down below the surface and keep it there after he left Oxford) but his intense desire to be an aristocrat. His letters to his toff friends have a tone that is utterly unlike his other letters, it's sort of arch, full of irreverence and in jokes, but this undertone of performing to be interesting, and yet demanding to be taken seriously. It's the oddest thing, and maybe only in my own eyes.
Anyway, I read this in conjunction with his diaries (he is one of the rare ones who kept a diary during his boarding school years, and what a goldmine that is!) and a couple of biographies once every ten years or so.
I found the early part of this book rather stagnant. Waugh comes across within his letters as immature. He seems to settle into a stereotype of what every young undergraduate from the upper middle class should act like - boorish. It isn't until we reach the Second World War when he writes his letters to wife Laura, that we start to see more of what the man was really like. Glimpses only I suspect but a character even then with strong principles. Waugh was very much of the society he came from. His turn to Roman Catholicism was total. He was a devout Christian but also an awful snob. Mark Amory's selection of letters, his choices, are good. They truly give indication of what the man was like and he, the editor, does not correct Waugh's poor spelling but leaves in all as was. For me there are no surprises. Waugh was precisely what you would expect. For me his short story, obviously not shown here, 'Mister Lovedays Little Outing' is among the very best short stories I have read. This though, this book, does not sparkle as i hoped it might.
I kept this book next to my bed for many years, opening it at random (after having read it cover to cover, of course) for reflection and laughs. One of my very favorite books.
Bit difficult at first as the letters in his twenties very childish, more interesting as he matured Main problem was the references to friends and acquaintances and trying to remember everyone but very interesting for anyone who has read his books
There is a certain sadness about working through a long collection of a person's letters when the end comes. Waugh was not a nice person, and for that reason a most interesting one.
Really should rate it four stars, but found Waugh rather horrible after a while. Excellent writing, of course, and sometimes terribly funny, but oh! What a terrible, smug little snob he was. Fascinating look at the time. Prefer his collected correspondence w/ Nancy Mitford as her letters leaven his.
I got interested in Waugh through reading about his friend and correspondent Nancy Mitford. He's a hard guy to like, but he's smart and he had a lot of fascinating friends and acquaintances.
These are must-reads for Waugh fans. He takes letter-writing to a whole new height of hilarity, scathing commentary, joking, and much else. Addictive reading.