Roundup: Fogeys and their Habitat

–The religious journal First Things in its current edition (August/September) has a feature length article entitled ‘Waugh Against the Fogeys’. This is written by Jaspreet Singh Boparai. Here are the opening paragraphs:

On June 17, 1953, the historian Hugh Trevor-Roper wrote to a friend: “I am now preparing a booklet which I hope (but perhaps it is too much to hope) may cause a paralytic stroke to my old enemy Evelyn Waugh.” The “booklet” in question was a historical study meant to make the Catholic Church look ridiculous. He eventually abandoned the project.

Trevor-Roper loathed Catholics in general but cultivated a special scorn for Waugh, with whom he carried on a feud that began in 1947, when Waugh attacked Trevor-Roper’s The Last Days of Hitler, and ended only with Waugh’s death in 1966. As late as 1986, Waugh was still on Trevor-Roper’s mind. Trevor-Roper told his protĂ©gĂ© Alasdair Palmer:

‘I forgive him a great deal because of his genuine love of our language. His wild fantasy and black humour are aspects of his genius, as well as of his warped character.’

Yet his overall assessment was far from favorable:

‘He was, I believe, utterly cold-hearted: all his emotions were concentrated (apart from his writing) upon his social snobisme and his Catholicism, which was a variant of it, or rather, perhaps the ideological force behind it. He was a true reactionary—not just a troglodyte . . . but a committed, believing, uncompromising, intellectually consistent reactionary like (say) [Joseph] de Maistre.

He picked a quarrel with me in 1947—wrote me, out of the blue, a very nasty letter, attacked me in The Tablet, and then in other papers. I bit back occasionally, and then he became, as it seemed to me, somewhat paranoid. I heard many stories of his wild, and often intoxicated, denunciations, and since his death his published (and unpublished) letters have given further evidence of his hatred of me. He evidently regarded me as a particularly poisonous serpent who had slid into the garden of Brideshead and was corrupting its innocent Catholic inhabitants; which perhaps, to a certain extent, I was—or, as I would prefer to say, was provoked into being. In the end I tried to make peace with him, but my civil letter received only a curt formal acknowledgement.’

The “nasty letter” was not in fact “out of the blue”: Trevor-Roper admits that it was provoked by “an admittedly injudicious remark by me about Jesuits.” Perhaps he saw in retrospect how it might have been offensive to claim (in The Last Days of Hitler) that Joseph Goebbels learnt his skills as a propagandist as the “prize pupil of a Jesuit seminary,” especially given that Goebbels had not in fact been educated by the Jesuits. But such details were omitted; Trevor-Roper preferred to fixate on Waugh’s alleged vendetta:

‘since his death, I have seen letters from him which attacked me well before that publication, so I no longer know the original cause of his hostility. The general background to it was certainly ideological.’

No evidence has so far been published to corroborate Trevor-Roper’s claim that Waugh was aware of him before the middle of 1947. But he was right to suggest to Palmer that there was an “ideological background” to all this. As Trevor-Roper fancifully portrayed the situation:

‘During the war, and throughout the 1950s, a group of very articulate, socially reactionary Roman Catholics— all, or nearly all, converts—pushed themselves forward and evidently thought that they could be the ideologues of the post-war generation. They established themselves, by patronage and infiltration, in certain institutions (the British Council, the Foreign Office) and they wanted to establish themselves in the universities.’

Perhaps there really was a modest Catholic resurgence in England prior to the Second Vatican Council. But Trevor-Roper overstates it to the point of paranoia…

The article is available at this link but full access may require a subscription or registration. Thanks to our reader Dave Lull for sending a copy.

–There is a podcast discussion of Waugh’s novel Scoop on YouTube which continues in its second episode. This involves Matt Taibbi and and Walter Kirn who may, in the course of the discussion, mention the whereabouts of the first episode.  It continues for about 45 minutes. Here’s a link. 

–The New York Times has an essay by its columnist David Brooks entitled “When Novels Mattered”. As the title suggests, he thinks they don’t matter any more (or at least not as much as they used to). Here are the opening paragraphs:

I’m old enough to remember when novelists were big-time. When I was in college in the 1980s, new novels from Philip Roth, Toni Morrison, Saul Bellow, John Updike, Alice Walker and others were cultural events. There were reviews and counterreviews and arguments about the reviews.

It’s not just my nostalgia that’s inventing this. In the mid- to late 20th century, literary fiction attracted huge audiences. If you look at the Publishers Weekly list of best-selling novels of 1962, you find works by Katherine Anne Porter, Herman Wouk and J.D. Salinger. The next year you find books by Mary McCarthy and John O’Hara. From a recent Substack essay called “The Cultural Decline of Literary Fiction” by Owen Yingling, I learned that E.L. Doctorow’s “Ragtime” was the best-selling book of 1975, Roth’s “Portnoy’s Complaint” was the best-selling book of 1969, Vladimir Nabokov’s “Lolita” was No. 3 in 1958 and Boris Pasternak’s “Doctor Zhivago” was No. 1.

Today it’s largely Colleen Hoover and fantasy novels and genre fiction. The National Endowment for the Arts has been surveying people for decades, and the number who even claim to read literature has been declining steadily since 1982. Yingling reports that no work of literary fiction has been on the Publishers Weekly yearly top 10 sellers list since 2001. I have no problem with genre and popular books, but where is today’s F. Scott Fitzgerald, William Faulkner, George Eliot, Jane Austen or David Foster Wallace?

I’m not saying novels are worse now. (I wouldn’t know how to measure such a thing.) I am saying that literature plays a much smaller role in our national life and that this has a dehumanizing effect on our culture. There used to be a sense, inherited from the Romantic era, that novelists and artists served as consciences of the nation, as sages and prophets, who could stand apart and tell us who we are. As the sociologist C. Wright Mills once put it, “The independent artist and intellectual are among the few remaining personalities equipped to resist and to fight the stereotyping and consequent death of genuinely lively things.”…

History Today has an article by Nicola Wilson about the Book Society that flourished in Britain just before and after WWII. Here are the opening and closing paragraphs:

In October 1929 thousands of members of Britain’s Book Society received a new hardback through the post. Whiteoaks, by an unfamiliar Canadian writer, Mazo de la Roche, was the seventh monthly ‘choice’ of the society, Britain’s first subscription book-of-the-month club, begun in April that same year. The novel confirmed the club’s taste for entertaining page-turners; books that were worth investing time and money in, though not too complex or ‘highbrow’. ‘No selection that the Book Society has made has given me so much pleasure as this one’ wrote the head of the selection committee, bestselling novelist Hugh Walpole, in the Graphic.

For almost 40 years the Book Society served tens of thousands of readers worldwide, choosing nearly 450 titles overall from a variety of publishers (judges assessed writers’ manuscripts pre-publication, with readers receiving the publisher’s first edition). Set up to boost book-buying when Britain was still ‘a nation of book-borrowers’ (according to Freddie Richardson, head librarian of Boots Book-lovers’ Library, which charged an annual fee to borrow new books), the aim was to help readers, support debut authors, and challenge some of the snobbery around who had access to new books. Thirty to 40 per cent of the society’s members lived overseas, many in what were then parts of the British Empire. Book Society collections have been discovered in homes in Canada, Tanzania, and India…

When the club collapsed in 1968 – partly due to a better public library service and the take-off of postwar paperbacks – its archives were lost, and its story forgotten. But the Book Society contributed to the success of many well-known titles, including Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca (1938), Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited (1945), Dodie Smith’s I Capture the Castle (1949), and Thor Heyerdahl’s The Kon-Tiki Expedition (1950).

–The BBC has posted a review of the new book by Seth Alexander ThĂ©voz entitled London Clubland: A Companion for the Curious. Here are some excerpts:

…It all started with coffee. In the second half of the 17th Century, when coffee drinking was first introduced to England, coffee houses were a welcome alternative to taverns and became associated with good conversation. Samuel Pepys wrote in December 1660 of his evening at the “Coffee-house” in Cornhill: “I find much pleasure in it through the diversity of company – and discourse.”

In 1693, an Italian migrant to London, Francesco Bianco (who anglicised his name to Francis White), opened an establishment that served both coffee and hot chocolate; he called it Mrs White’s Chocolate House. Patrons flocked to St James’s Street, not only for the hot beverages, but for the gambling room – the site of illegal, high-stakes card games – tucked away at the back of the premises. White’s is still operating, and is London’s oldest club. Only men are allowed to join. (King Charles counts among its 1500 members; he held his stag night at White’s before his 1981 wedding to Princess Diana.)…

Ian Fleming was a member of Boodle’s, upon which he based Blade’s club in his James Bond books. In Evelyn Waugh’s novel Brideshead Revisited, protagonist Charles Ryder gathers with friends at Bratt’s, most likely inspired by Pratt’s, a small supper club in St James’s founded in 1857, and owned since 1926 by the family of the Duke of Devonshire. In 2023, this most conservative of establishments surprised many by admitting women for the first time…

Waugh was a member of White’s and at least one other club mentioned in the article, the Savile. The full review can be accessed at this link.

–Duncan McLaren has advised us that the “Combe Florey” chapter of his online posting of Waugh articles is now complete. Here’s a link to the index. He doesn’t mention the most recent additions, but I think one of them (Photo Session August 1965) is newly added. It is in any event worth a look and can be found in the index linked above. It is of a piece with the other photo shoots described and identified as such.

 

 

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