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The Tablet has posted an excerpt from Waugh’s novel Helena in recognition of both the Christmas season and the recent publication of that novel as the latest addition (vol. 11) to the Complete Works of Evelyn Waugh. Here’s the introduction and opening of the quoted excerpt:

Helena’s epiphany occurs in the church in Bethlehem, as three bearded monks approach the altar to celebrate Mass, reminding her of the arrival at the stable after much prevarication of three over-dressed and over-educated sages carrying unhelpful gifts. “These are my kind,” she recognised, perhaps speaking for Waugh too – and for us. And the miracle is that they, too, are equally welcome to kneel in the straw beside those who believed without fuss or hesitation. Brendan Walsh

“The low vault was full of lamps and the air close and still. Silver bells announced the coming of the three vested, bearded monks, who like the kings of old now prostrated themselves before the altar. So the long liturgy began.

Helena knew little Greek and her thoughts were not in the words nor anywhere in the immediate scene. She forgot even her quest and was dead to everything except the swaddled child long ago and those three royal sages who had come so far to adore him.”

–The Daily Telegraph has noted the 70th anniversary of George Orwell’s death (21 January) as the day his writings enter the public domain in the UK. Jake Kerridge notes some of the possibilities this opens:

George Orwell died from tuberculosis in January 1950, aged 46. Writers who can combine such originality of thought with such clarity of expression are rare enough that even now it’s difficult not to be grief-struck by his lamentably premature demise.

But taking consolation where we can, we can celebrate the fact that in the month of the anniversary of his death comes the expiry of the copyright on his books – something that won’t happen for decades with the work of such longer-lived contemporaries as Evelyn Waugh and Graham Greene. It is to be hoped that interest in Orwell will receive a boost – and as we live in a world that sometimes seems to be heading increasingly close to the nightmarish vision of Nineteen Eighty-Four, it couldn’t be timelier.

What difference will it make? Orwell’s executors have not been noticeably strict in comparison with some other literary estates, but there has been the odd kerfuffle. In 2015 the estate asked one company to stop selling beer mugs that bore extensive quotations from Orwell’s works, leading inevitably to accusations of Big Brother-esque censorship. From now on, however, you could market a range of tea towels containing the entire text of Animal Farm and nobody would be able to stop you.

The major consequence, however, is likely to be a rash of Orwellian films, television adaptations and so on, with film-makers now untrammeled by the need to win the estate’s approval – to say nothing of having to pay a copyright fee.

Waugh’s works will not enter the public domain in the UK until April 2037. In an earlier article, the Guardian noted that, under the stricter copyright laws in the USA, Orwell’s works will remain under copyright there until 2030. Not sure how they calculated that or when it will apply to Waugh’s works given that it is complicated by the “Mickey Mouse” extensions enacted in the USA.  But copyright is apparently not dampening plans for yet another adaptation of Brideshead Revisited which the entertainment press has  announced are underway. See previous post.

–The Guardian also included a Waugh character in its recent list of the Top 10 most dislikable characters in fiction. This was compiled by Louise Candish and contained this entry:

5. Lady Brenda Last in A Handful of Dust by Evelyn Waugh
I still remember the exact moment when reading Waugh’s classic as a teenager that I twigged that the blithe-spirited Lady Brenda was in fact repugnant. On hearing of the death of John, she assumes it is her lover and is distraught, but on clarification that the John in question is in fact her young son, she responds, “Oh, thank God.” Brenda belongs to a particularly dismaying subset of dislikables that also includes The Great Gatsby’s Daisy Buchanan: only after you’re charmed into submission by their joie de vivre is the true emptiness of their souls revealed.

Among others on the list were Kenneth Widmerpool from Anthony Powell’s Dance to the Music of Time (one of Waugh’s favorite characters from that series) and Uriah Heep from Dickens’ David Copperfield.

–Hugo Vickers in The Oldie has written a 100th Birthday appreciation and personal memoir of Clarissa Churchill, wife of the late Anthony Eden. He describes her as:

… surely the last intimate survivor from the world of Winston Churchill, Evelyn Waugh, Lord Berners, Greta Garbo, Cecil Beaton, Jean Cocteau, Nicolas Nabokov, Edith Sitwell and Orson Welles. I could list dozens more. When she was young, she had the exceptional advantages of being beautiful, extremely intelligent and well read. Being a Churchill, by name if not by temperament, and niece to Winston, she grew up surrounded by the most interesting men and women of the day. She studied philosophy in Oxford, was tutored by Isaiah Berlin, A.J. Ayer and Lord David Cecil. She worked for Alexander Korda, and George Weidenfeld in the worlds of film and publishing. […]

There is about her a withdrawn aloofness that just misses being haughty and widely misses being absurd. It is an unmodern quality, and I find it arresting … she demands, I think, a French background, the pillared elegance of the Second Empire, or the lofty saloons of Versailles to frame her to perfection.’

He doesn’t mention that Waugh rather persecuted her as a Roman Catholic because she married the Protestant divorcee Eden. Randolph Churchill, probably a cousin, came to her defense. E.g., Letters, 378-82.

–A post on the weblog of William Carey University provides “Reasons to Read Evelyn Waugh”. Here is one of several arguments put forward:

Within his works, Waugh was brilliant at illustrating bouts of low behavior but always maintaining a sense of both character building and conversational sparkle. Having a father who worked at the prominent publisher Chapman & Hall at least opened the door for Evelyn’s writing (however, it did not help Waugh that his older brother Alec was also a celebrated author). His satirical early writing (1928’s “Decline and Fall” and 1930’s “Vile Bodies”) set the stage for the consistencies in content that would follow while following in the modernist footsteps of T. S. Eliot. His conversion to Catholicism came with the failure of his first marriage and led to the more serious moral questioning in 1934’s “A Handful of Dust.” However, it was his service in World War II that provided the necessary backdrop to tie all of his storytelling together.

William Carey University is a private liberal arts college affiliated with the Southern Baptist Church and located in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. The article is written by Mik Davis who does not provide his affiliation with that institution.

 

 

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Sword of Honour Reviewed in Italy (More)

Luca Fumagalli has completed his review of Sword of Honour with two installments in subsequent postings on Radio SpadaSee previous post for volume 1. The review and summary of second volume Officers and Gentlemen (Ufficiale e Gentiluomini in Italian) begins with Fumagalli’s explanation of Guy Crouchback’s transfer to and training in a Commando unit and then picks up his participation in the Battle of Crete:

..Once again, the protagonist’s dreams of glory are hopelessly frustrated, so much so that in his head the idea begins to form that through the war he will perhaps not learn anything and that when it is over he will simply go back to being the same man as before.

In fact, thanks to an inept officer like “Fido” Hound, the clash in Crete is a sum of inefficiencies, misunderstandings and disregarded orders that culminate in a frightening chaos. The soldiers, without water or food, are in disarray and can do little or nothing against a distant and faceless enemy, whose planes are constantly bombarding their positions. In such a context, there are few who prove to be up to the task; rather, most men just go out of their way to save their own skin, regardless of others. For example, the super dandy Ivor Claire beats a cowardly retreat when things take a turn for the worst, while the corporal Ludovic even kills his own comrades in order to guarantee himself a way out. Guy, on the other hand, manages to escape from the carnage on a makeshift boat and miraculously lands, after a journey of several days, on the North African coast, and is taken to hospital, dying and delusional. The volume ends with his definitive return to his homeland and reassignment to the Halberdiers.

In a degrading war, with no good or bad, a bewildered Guy suddenly discovers that the hated Soviets have now become his allies and that honor no longer has any place; […] even the laboratories of war propaganda, in league with the press, do not have too many scruples in churning out fake heroes for the use and consumption of public opinion. Here it is that Trimmer, an incapable soldier and liar, after a farcical military operation tailor-made for him, is passed off as a new savior of the Empire, proudly exhibited in every corner of England (at his side is Virginia, Guy’s wife, who has meanwhile become his mistress). […]

Julia and Algernon Stitch, on the other hand, are the worthy representatives of a dull upper class that, despite the ongoing conflict, continues to lead an existence in the most restrained luxury, between servants and cocktails, interested in allied victory only to preserve those privileges that, after a long time spent in cotton wool, would be found too hard to give up.

Therefore, there is never an end to the grotesque, and […] it is precisely gentlemen who are the rarest commodity. Among other things, the few specimens that peek through the pages – Mr Crouchback, the Greek general Militiades… – are all quite old and, coincidentally, belong to another era. Really when Waugh satirizes, as Tomasi di Lampedusa wrote, “he leaves a strong mark”.

The third volume is reviewed in the final installment. This is Unconditional Surrender (Reza Incondizionata in Italian):

Unconditional Surrender, published in 1961, nine years after the first volume of the trilogy and five after the second, is perhaps the best chapter of Sword of Honour. The novel, more personal and biting than the previous ones, brings to completion that slow transition from farcical to dramatic begun in the earlier volumes. In the book, […] the lucid and disenchanted examination of a modernity that has made a clean sweep of every value prevails, where honor no longer exists and everything is decided only on the basis of sinister calculations of self interest. […]

After all, the Guy Crouchback of Unconditional Surrender is a forty-year-old who has now gone through all the degrees of his irresolution and disillusionment. He is not yet completely cured of a certain underlying naivety, but at the same time he appears more mature and confident.

After returning to England in 1941, Guy is forced into an office job for many months, as unsatisfying as it is pointless. Among the colleagues of the various sections, in addition to a group of Marxist pseudo-intellectuals who create models for military operations that will never happen, there is even a shaman charged with hurling curses against Hitler. Guy still dreams of action, yet every time a hitch comes to keep him away from the front.

In the city, he finally finds his wife Virginia, alone, penniless and expecting a son with the disgusting Trimmer (who, to his relief, was sent to America). After the death of his elderly father, the only enlightening and entirely positive figure in the trilogy, Guy decides to take Virginia back with him – even if no one agrees with his choice – so as to give the little one a father. […] Virginia becomes a Catholic and the child, who was born in the summer of 1944, is given the name of his grandfather: Gervase.

Meanwhile Guy is in Croatia with the task of maintaining relations between the allied army and the Tito partisans. The latter, more than the “liberators”, on balance do not appear too dissimilar from the hated Nazis. They are arrogant and authoritarian, and when they try to prove their worth on the battlefield to an American general they look bad. Once again Guy encounters a cynical and merciless pantomime universe in which it is a moment to find himself facing the guns of a firing squad. Here the protagonist runs into a group of Jews, first deported to an Italian concentration camp, then taken prisoner by the Ustashi and finally parked, in very sad conditions, in a small town that is temporarily the capital of the provisional government. Guy, indifferent at first, little by little takes charge of their unhappy fate. He therefore tries to help them in all ways, but his efforts will have such a paradoxical outcome that it will be the Jews who will pay the consequences. […]

Despite the miseries, the moral garbage dump of politics and the intrigues […] that run through the plot, the epilogue of Unconditional Surrender is characterized by hope, to underline how Providence always and in any case offers the possibility of redemption. In fact, back in England, at the end of the conflict Guy takes Gervase with him – destined to be his heir – and returns to live in Broome, the old family home, with a new wife, sweet and capable. Meanwhile Tony, his nephew, has become a monk; Ivor Clare redeemed his lost honor by fighting bravely in Burma; and the slimy Ludovic, even though he has become a successful writer, is devastated in body and mind, morbidly attached to his little dog Fido (renamed in memory of “Fido” Hound, the cowardly officer who Ludovic had killed in Crete to cover up his desertion).

The Spada d’onore trilogy (from which a film was also made in 2001, with a young Daniel Craig in the role of the protagonist) closes on these bittersweet, but ultimately positive notes . Men at Arms , Officers and Gentlemen and Unconditional Surrender are among the best of Evelyn Waugh’s novels and, in general, of British Catholic literature of the twentieth century. It would therefore be a real shame to let them slip away: the reader will certainly be able to draw great aesthetic and spiritual benefit from them, even while having a few laughs, which is never a bad thing.

The translation of the excerpts is by Google with some edits.

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Another Brideshead Anniversary

This month marks the 75th anniversary of the publication of Brideshead Revisited in America in book format. A serialized version had been issued in four installments in November 1944-February 1945 in Town & Country magazine published in New York. The novel had first appeared in book format in the UK on 28 May 1945. That edition was jointly published by Chapman & Hall and the Book Society. See previous post.

The US debut also involved a book club edition, and both that and the first trade edition were published in January 1946. The US publisher Little, Brown had planned to issue the book in September. But the Book of the Month Club wanted to make the book one of its monthly selections and decided to offer it to members as its January 1946 choice. Little, Brown was in no position to argue given the leverage of the BOMC.

In an apparent compromise, Little, Brown issued a “limited edition” in September 1945 consistent with its previous publication schedule. On the copyright page, this states that it was “Published September 1945”. Below that, this notice appeared:

This edition limited to 600 copies, of which 450 are for sale and 150 are for presentation, has been printed before the printing of the first American trade edition.

The normal Little, Brown trade edition was rescheduled for January 1946, consistent with the BOMC’s distribution of the book as its choice for that month. One of BOMC’s conditions was that the trade edition not be distributed in advance of its selection month. Most of the book club members would have elected their choice in December 1945 when the BOMC’s monthly News brochure was distributed.

Little, Brown’s copyright page for its trade edition states: “First edition after the printing of a limited edition of 600 copies/ Published January 1946.” Book dealers in the US (as well as this writer) have been confused for years about the release date of the large number of BOMC copies that flooded the market. Unlike Little, Brown, BOMC included no publication date in in its edition, merely the “copyright dates” of 1944 and 1945. The former was presumably necessary because of the magazine serial publication that began in November 1944. Many used booksellers seem to have assumed (as did I) that the BOMC edition preceded Little, Brown’s and was being flogged earlier in 1945. The formal release date of both editions would properly be stated as “January 1946”. Moreover, the texts of the two editions were identical. There is no reason to believe, contrary to the great weight of ill-informed opinion on the internet, that the publication of the BOMC edition “preceded” that of the Little, Brown “First Trade Edition” in any meaningful sense.

NOTE: The foregoing is an abbreviated version of an article that will appear in a future edition of Evelyn Waugh Studies. The delay in EWS publication is due to lack of access to research libraries because of the Coronavirus epidemic.

 

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Sword of Honour Reviewed in Italy

The Italian language religious newspaper Radio Spada has started what will apparently be a multi-article review of Waugh’s war trilogy. This is written by Luca Fumagalli who has written previously in Italian on Waugh’s work. See previous posts. An edited and excerpted version of the review entitled “Spada d’onore”: la Fede e la guerra in una trilogia di Evelyn Waugh – volume primo: “Uomini alle armi” is posted below in translation:

Begun, abandoned and finally completed after nearly a decade, the trilogy Sword of Honour (Spada d’onore) is the largest and most ambitious work of Evelyn Waugh, the fruit of artistic maturity, where one can find a happy synthesis all the typical themes of his previous works, from the comic to the dramatic, from the epic to the parodic, from the elegiac to the psychological. Even the classic Wavian themes of decadent modernity and religion are treated with renewed strength and with the awareness of the consummate writer.

The story, long and complex, not without twists, is largely inspired by the experience of Waugh himself during the Second World War, also influenced by works such as The Good Soldier or Parade’s End by Ford Maddox Ford. There are also […] allusions to other great authors of English Catholicism such as, for example, RH Benson, GK Chesterton and Graham Greene.

The protagonist of the story is the thirty-five-year-old Guy Crouchback, the last descendant of one of the oldest and most prestigious families of English Catholicism. […] Guy, self-exiled in Italy after his unsuccessful marriage with Virginia Troy, who in the meantime hasn’t had too many scruples about collecting other husbands and various lovers, is a lost, disillusioned man, barely supported by the Faith. He is an unfinished example, just like that English crusader, Roger of Waybroke, buried in Santa Dulcina delle Rocce, the area where Guy lives, who died there before setting sail for the Holy Land. […]

The first novel of the trilogy, Men at Arms (Uomini alle armi  1952), set between 1939 and 1940, follows the Guy’s long training , characterized among other things by the encounter with Apthorpe, an obsessive and eccentric man, destined for a tragicomic end, which perfectly embodies that sense of farce that hovers around the camp of the Halberdiers, between the mud of the exercises and the tea in the canteen (emblematic, in this regard, a quarrel has arisen around his chemical toilet).

As the months go by, the feeling is that the dramatic, the epic and the extraordinary are always and in any case to be found elsewhere, among the battlefields of the continent, and that Guy is irremediably excluded from all this. Those like him and Apthorpe have to wear the clothes of spectators, nailed to the rear of both battle and existence.

Moreover, even when Guy is finally engaged in a reconnaissance mission on the West African coast – which happens just before the epilogue of the book – the action ends badly, in a matter of minutes, without even having exchanged a few blows with the enemy (hence the ironic title of the volume, which alludes to a clash that, in reality, never happens). […]

The episode, seasoned with a fair dose of splatter , is set in a larger scenario that demonstrates how in modern war there is no more room for either glory or honor. Moreover, the outcome of the conflict does not even seem to depend on the heroism of the individual and his virtues, but rather on factors so unpredictable and crazy that they almost border on the harlequin.

However, we must not make the mistake of considering Men at Arms a mere satire. The lightness of the English writer is only apparent and, as Mario Fortunato notes, “as Guy’s adventures proceed through what has been the most frightening and horrendous conflict in the history of mankind, the parody, the humor, [and] the fun will gradually fade into a pain and a commotion that will gradually reveal the other side of Waugh, that of making us laugh to tears – the latter being at the roots of laughter”.

The translation is by Google with some edits.

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Year’s End Roundup

–Writing in The Critic, Clive Aslet discusses the decision of the Tate Gallery to close its restaurant in response to its designation as “racist” conferred on the mural of Rex Whistler, which decorates its restaurant. See earlier post. Aslet puts Whistler’s early mural into the broader context of his work as an example of “rococo irony” rather than racism. Aslet thinks the Tate’s response to close the restaurant is an over-reaction to the extreme “Wokery” of the critics and that it may well awaken a counter-response from the Conservative government. In the course of his essay, Aslet also compares Whistler’s artistic attitudes to those of his contemporary Evelyn Waugh:

Whistler was an ironist, whose imagery should no more be taken at face value than that of Grayson Perry. There’s a hint of the black humour of Evelyn Waugh – except that whereas Waugh was rude and snobbish, Whistler was adored for his warmth, wit and kindness to children, whom he would entertain with his sketches, being, in the words of the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography, “one of the most sensitively cultured and intelligent of men”.

—-In his annual diary appearing in the London Review of Books, Alan Bennett remembers Waugh’s Oxford friend Richard Pares from Bennett’s own Oxford days in the 1950s:

3 October. Reading a piece on universities in the TLS brings back Richard Pares, whose last course of lectures I went to at Oxford in 1957. He was plainly dying, lecturing from a wheelchair and barely audible, with another don turning over the pages of his text. The subject would have been topical today, the influence of the sugar interest on English politics, not recounted then as it would be now in a humanitarian anti-slavery tone, but purely factually and without reproof. I did not know this at the time, but Pares had had something of a Damascene conversion, having been as an undergraduate one of the circle around Evelyn Waugh, before turning his back on frivolity for academic life. But the spectacle – and it was a spectacle – of someone giving his last breath to the study of history taught me more than any of the tutorials and lectures that I had had at Oxford, and which in the last term before Schools were about to come to an end.

–Alexander Larman writing in The Critic’s “Artillery Row” column addresses the problems facing a book editor choosing which of an author’s books to deemed classics. He considers the Penguin Classics series as a case study and opens by musing over which of Len Deighton’s books should survive as classics and which allowed to go quietly out of print:

It is the ultimate necessity of turning an author’s entire bibliography into Modern Classics that makes an editor’s job both simple and difficult. Few would argue that Evelyn Waugh’s novels Brideshead Revisited, Decline and Fall and A Handful of Dust would merit inclusion in such a series, but does his rather unsuccessful historical novel Helena, about the mother of the Roman emperor Constantine the Great, really deserve to be described as a modern classic? And do interesting but flawed books by George Orwell such as Burmese Days and A Clergyman’s Daughter honestly merit such a selection? The concern is that the once-hallowed designation of a Penguin Classic, modern or otherwise, is being bandied around too freely and without the discrimination that it needs. But who is in charge of such selection?

Such decisions ultimately lie with Henry Eliot, the Creative Editor of Penguin Classics since 2016. He was brought in, in his words, “to be a fresh pair of eyes”, and has tried to revitalise the format. He has quite literally written the book on the series, 2018’s The Penguin Classics Book, in which he offers incisive and enjoyable commentary on 500 authors and over a thousand books in the series, including anything from Greek tragedy to the First World War poets. He will be following it up in autumn 2021 with The Penguin Modern Classics Book, its companion volume, which will cover every title that has even been a Penguin Modern Classic: a daunting task.

As one who enjoyed Eliot’s 2018 book, I eagerly await its successor and hope it appears early enough to put it on my Christmas list next year.

–In a website called Keghart.org, devoted to Armenian topics, blogger Art Stepanian posts extracts from two of Waugh’s travel books: Remote People and Labels.  Here’s his explanation for his choices:

In Ethiopia Waugh met two Armenians. A hard-to-please man with a sharp tongue, Waugh was impressed by the two men (his driver and a small hotel owner). His take of the two Armenians (the driver is not identified but the hotel owner’s name was “Bergebedigian”] was remarkably complimentary. During his Mediterranean cruise in 1929, Waugh spent several days in Istanbul. The city didn’t impress him. Below are extracts from his report on Istanbul and his memories of the two Armenians in Ethiopia…

Inclusion of the extract from Labels was based not on Waugh’s attitudes toward Armenians but rather on his negative assessment of Turkish culture. This is apparent from his final excerpt from Remote People:

[Sailing home, Waugh met a Turk on the ship.] The warmth of my admiration for Armenians clearly shocks him, but he is too polite to say so. Instead, he tells me of splendid tortures inflicted on them by his relations.

There are also Armenians in Waugh’s novel Black Mischief, most notably Krikor Youkoumian, who also makes an appearance in the 1932 short story “Incident in Azania.”

–In a recent issue of Catholic World Report, there is an interview of writer Joseph Pearce in which Maurice Baring’s career is discussed.  Here’s an excerpt where Baring’s influence on Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited is discussed:

Franczak: Reading Tinker’s Leave, which was my first book by Baring, I kept wondering where the author was leading me. By the end I understood that the journey taken by young Miles Consterdine was to show “the operation of grace”, the theme which is well-known to all the readers of the famous Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh. The same is in C. You mentioned that Cat’s Cradle “shows the mystical presence of providence in the life of the heroine”. You also said that Mauriac noticed this theme, too. Was it Baring’s main motif? And what is the difference between his way of presenting “the operation of grace” and Evelyn Waugh’s? Was there any interinfluence between the two writers? I think that to a certain extent the end of Brideshead Revisited (1945) resembles the end of Tinker’s Leave (1927).

Pearce: The comparison with the work of Waugh, especially with respect to Brideshead Revisited, is both apposite and perceptive. I make the same connection between Baring’s novels and Brideshead in my book, Literary Converts. There is no doubt that Baring’s novels exerted considerable formative influence on Waugh throughout his life. As early as 1928, shortly after Waugh’s first novel Decline and Fall was published, Waugh described Baring as “an idol of mine”. Thirty-five years later, in November 1963, Waugh remarked to Sir Maurice Bowra how much he “loved Maurice Baring”. Since Waugh is arguably the greatest twentieth century English novelist, it says much for the quality of Baring’s own writing that his novels should have had such an enduring influence on Waugh. This, combined with Mauriac’s praise, should induce all lovers of literature to check out Baring’s work. It is difficult to weave the hidden hand of Providence into a fictional narrative, making God the invisible protagonist, without stooping to the level of didacticism or preachiness. Only the finest novelists can do so convincingly. Baring is indubitably, along with Waugh, a true master of this all too rare art.

Thanks to Dave Lull for sending this link.

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Britain’s Favorite Novel on C5

The UK’s Channel 5 yesterday broadcast a program called Britain’s Favorite Novel.  Only novels by British writers were considered. The selection was based on what they described as a poll of C5’s viewers. Since I would not be included in a category answering to that description (nor would most of our readers) I cannot offer any further explanation of the poll.  The result was as might be expected.

There were 30 novels on the short list. These were described in a countdown format, with most novels being given a brief description by a group of commenters that was about half novelists and half TV presenters and performers.  There were 8 novels which received no comments but were simply identified and briefly described by the narrator. This was probably due to time constraints. About half the listed novels were post-1950, nine were 19th century classics and the remaining 4 or 5 from the first half of 20th century. Except for George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty Four, there were none by Evelyn Waugh or writers associated with him such as Graham Greene, Nancy Mitford, Anthony Powell, etc. Ian Fleming’s Casino Royale was also on the list at #28.  [Spoiler alert.] The top five selections were: 1. Pride and Prejudice; 2. The Lord of the Rings; 3. Jane Eyre; 4. Nineteen Eighty Four and 5. Wuthering Heights.  Some of the commentators were authors of books on the list.  These included Ian McEwen, Sebastian Faulks, Helen Fielding and Louis de Bernieres.  I suppose it should come as no surprise that their comments, both on their own books and those of others, were the most incisive.

As these things go, this was an entertaining program.  Channel 5 is making an effort to improve its documentary content and in this case they have succeeded. It was quite well edited and never dragged.  More explanation of the selection criteria might have been useful and could explain the high percentage of recent best-sellers on the list. The program can be viewed on My5, Channel 5’s streaming service. Here’s the link.  A UK internet connection is required.

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Waugh’s Christmas 1945

Here is Waugh’s diary entry for his Christmas 75 years ago–Wednesday 26 December 1945:

Maria Teresa and Bron have arrived, he ingratiating, she covered with little meddals and badges, neurotically voluble with the vocabulary of the lower-middle class–‘serviette’, ‘spare room’.  Only on points of theology does she become rational. On Christmas Eve we went to midnight Mass at Nympsfield. I was moved to remit the sums owing by the nuns for the losses and breakage for their six years’ tenancy of the house. We managed to collect a number of trashy and costly toys for the stockings. We had a goose for luncheon and a tasteless plum pudding made for us by Mrs Harper, a bottle of champagne. By keeping the children in bed for long periods we managed to have a tolerable day. My only present, a very welcome one, a box of cigars from Auberon. I have seats for both Bath and Bristol pantomimes. The children leave for Pixton on the 10th. Meanwhile I have my meals in the library.

Though I make believe to be detached from the world I find a day without post or newspapers strangely flat, and look forward to tomorrow’s awakening with Ellwood laying the papers by my pillow.

A Happy Christmas to our readers from the Evelyn Waugh Society.

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Profile in Hatred: Evelyn Waugh and Robert Byron

Biographer and literary critic Jeffrey Meyers has written a biographical profile of travel writer Robert Byron, with particular reference to the mutual hate – love – hate relationship between Byron and Evelyn Waugh. This appears in the online journal The Article and is entitled “Fierce Friends and Bitter Enemies”.

Meyers mines Waugh’s letters and diary as well as his journalism for expressions of his feelings for Byron. There was jealousy and adversity at Oxford followed by friendship in the late 1920s. Indeed, Meyers goes into some detail to explore how the two were on friendly terms at the time of Waugh’s 1928 marriage to Evelyn Gardner. Byron was one of the few who was invited to the wedding and the couple were actually in temporary accommodations across from Byron’s house where they spent most of their time prior to the wedding due to the “disgusting” nature of Waugh’s lodgings. Byron described his role in the wedding service: “to fetch Evelyn Gardner to the church and I know she won’t come.” After the wedding, the two writers fell out again and remained at odds until Byron’s death in WWII. Meyers offers this explanation for their post-marital renewal of ill-will:

The most obvious reason for the rupture of Waugh’s friendship was Byron’s virulent anti-Catholic attacks, which shook the precarious foundation of Waugh’s newly acquired faith. Byron’s hostility, favouring Byzantine over Catholic art and architecture, was aesthetic as well as spiritual. Douglas Patey pointed out that “all Byron’s books of the twenties pause to attack Rome, the papacy and Catholic art, favouring instead Byzantine and Islamic styles. Waugh also meant to irritate Byron by consistently mocking ‘the glamour of the East,’ by running down the Orthodox churches he visited (always unfavourably compared to Catholic), and by his wholesale, deliberately Blimpish condemnation of Islamic art and culture.”

Byron’s role in the wedding was a topic considered at some length in an article in EWS 41.2 by John Howard Wilson, “A Neglected Address: 25 Adam Street.”

In addition to citing and analyzing Waugh’s vituperative feelings toward Byron at some length, Meyers offers descriptions of Byron by Anthony Powell, Christopher Sykes, Harold Acton as well as others, and sometimes comments on what may have motivated their attitudes toward him. Some are familiar, others less so. He also offers an explanation of the detailed circumstances of Byron’s death during WWII, something previous biographers have overlooked. One almost gets the suspicion that Meyers is (or was) writing or considering a book length biography of Byron (or Waugh) and selected some of the more entertaining bits for this article.

Meyers concludes his article as to Waugh’s side of the relationship with this:

Waugh’s self-loathing and competitive spirit combined with Byron’s tirades against Catholicism and vehement political views were the most obvious causes of Waugh’s violent hatred. But there were also more subtle reasons. Byron had been an eyewitness and painful reminder of the two most discreditable and humiliating episodes in Waugh’s life: his Oxford homosexuality and disastrous first marriage. The cuckolded Waugh wanted to suppress and forget them, while the antagonistic Byron always remembered and ridiculed them.[…] Finally, Waugh felt guilty about the effect of the war on their lives and reputations. He had secured an army commission, had an undistinguished record during the British retreat from Crete and his military liaison with Tito in Yugoslavia. He survived the war and died straining himself on the lavatory. Byron, whose violent temper prevented him from getting a commission, was Waugh’s only close Oxford friend who died through enemy action. The dead Byron seemed to emerge from the war with more glory than the living Waugh. In venting his hatred, despite the great achievement of his novels, Waugh must have felt, as Gore Vidal sharply observed, “it was not enough to succeed, others [like Byron] must fail.”

Meyers’ article is well written (if a trifle repetitive) and amusing throughout. Even the repetitive sections bear repeating since they offer a different perspective on a matter mentioned previously. One can only hope that it may be the harbinger of a longer work. It should be recalled that Meyers previously published an article on Waugh’s war service in Yugoslavia; this appeared in EWS 50.2. Perhaps these are parts of an extended narrative or  collection.

 

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The Waugh Before Christmas

Several publication and broadcast media have featured Waugh’s works in their holiday season offerings:

–The BBC is going to rebroadcast a 2016 radio program that includes readings from Philip Eade’s biography: Evelyn Waugh: A Life Revisited. This will be transmitted tomorrow (20 December 2020) at 14:20 on BBC Radio 4 Extra and will be posted afterwards on the internet via BBC iPlayer. Here’s a link.  It will consist of a 1 hr. 10 min. reading by Nicholas Grace who retired the jersey for portrayal of Anthony Blanche in the 1981 Granada TV series.

–The Grace/Blanche connection is also noted in this article about the liqueur Chartreuse appearing in the New York Times:

The Carthusian [monks] sustain this isolated lifestyle largely through the production and sale of Chartreuse, a liqueur the monks developed centuries ago. Like its mountainous namesake and the hue named after it, Chartreuse is sharp, bright, profoundly herbal. In Evelyn Waugh’s novel “Brideshead Revisited,” Anthony Blanche compares it to ingesting the rainbow: “It’s like swallowing a sp-spectrum.” A Baltimore bartender and Chartreuse superfan, Brendan Finnerty, says it tastes “like Christmas in a glass,” or “grassy Jägermeister.” To me, it has the color and flavor of summer sunlight striking a canopy of leaves — impossibly vibrant, sparkling with life, green beyond belief.

–Another publication also makes a point of the reference to wine expertise in that same novel. This appears in the Telegraph India:

… few writers in the last half-century have written about wine with the passion of Evelyn Waugh in Brideshead Revisited: when an older Burgundy is brought out, Charles Ryder says, “[the Burgundy] seemed to me, then, serene and triumphant, a reminder that the world was an older and better place…”  Indeed, the exchange between him and Sebastian Flyte (“Ought we to be drunk every night… Yes, I think so.” “I think so too.”) seemed to mirror Charles Baudelaire in the 19th century when he said, in “L’Âme du vin (The Soul of Wine)”, that “one should always be drunk”, be it on wine or poetry.

–Finally, the Times Literary Supplement has prominently included Waugh quotes in its Christmas Quiz set by Tony Lurcock. Our reader Dave Lull has kindly sent alongs these excerpts each of which includes a Waugh quotation:

8. WICKET-KEEPERS
a. ‘“I used to keep wicket for my college, you know, but I was too short-sighted to be much good. Still, I am entitled to the blazer,” he said with a note of defiance in his voice, “and it is more appropriate to a sporting occasion than a stiff collar.”’
b. ‘… his attention being providentially attracted by his hat, which was toppling. Indeed, it demanded from him a constant attention, and a quickness of eye and hand, very like that exacted by wicket-keeping.’
c. ‘“And there’s Ned Noakes, the whiskered and one-eyed wicketkeeper, alert and active, though he’s forty-five if he’s a day. With his one eye (and a glass one) he sees more than most of us do.”’
d. ‘And here came slowly out, to keep wicket at the age of 70, John Farringdon, a member of the M.C.C. Committee, who had captained an English team to the West Indies, who had made fifty runs with a broken thumb, whose presence on any cricket field conferred an honour.’
e. ‘“Written your essay? Good. Then we won’t read it.
Late yesterday I saw you playing cricket.
Now let’s suppose these volumes are a wicket.
Just watch. Here’s some advice. I’m sure you’ll need it.”
He piled up books and crouched behind, pretending,
A wicket-keeper, waiting for the ball’.
11. ‘A PREFERENCE FOR WATER’
a. ‘Previous governesses had limited their conversation on the wine topic to a respectful and doubtless sincere expression of a preference for water.’
b ‘If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.’
c. ‘“The water,” I said in a low voice. “The glass of water is very moving to me.” I looked up and saw the surprised faces of my students. “The water is a sign of …” I paused. “The water seems to be a sign of absence.”’
d. “Water? Water! Oh yes – water – water – very good – water – good – good.”
e. ‘“Water, sir?” said a voice in Mr Salter’s ear.
“Well, I think perhaps I would sooner …” A clear and chilling cascade fell into his tumbler and James returned to the sideboard.’
17. BRAZIL
a.‘ “I’ve decided to go to Brazil.”
“Brazil! Why, they are all Roman Catholics there, surely!”
“Are they? I hadn’t thought of that.”’
b. ‘The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
“But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?”’
c. ‘“No bathing in Brazil. No bathing in Brazil.” The meeting took up the cry. “No bathing in Brazil.”’
d. ‘“…that rascal of a boy of mine made some sort of a stupid suggestion that I should –”’
‘“ – That you should offer your hand and heart to Donna Lucia d’Alvadorez – from Brazil, where the nuts come from.”’
e. ‘On the 19th of August we finally left the shores of Brazil. I thank God, I shall never again visit a slave-country.’
The Waugh answers are 8.a: Decline and Fall; 11.e: Scoop; and 17.c: A Handful of Dust.  The only one I got right was 11.c because of the Salter reference. I expected a Waugh quote in #17. Brazil but guessed wrongly with the choice of 17.a as a quote from Ninety-Two Days.  Thanks to Dave for sending this along.

 

Comment:  The Waugh answers are 8.a: Decline and Fall; 11.e: Scoop; and 17.c: A Handful of Dust.  The only one I got right was 11.c because of the Salter reference. I expected a Waugh quote in #17. Brazil but guessed wrongly with the choice of 17.a as a quote from Ninety-Two Days.  Thanks to Dave for sending this along.

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Mid-December Roundup

–Posted on the website of the Australian literary journal Quadrant, an article by Mark McGinness marks the 75th anniversary of Nancy Mitford’s novel The Pursuit of Love. This was published on 10 December 1945 about 6 months after Brideshead Revisited had appeared. McGinness comments on how Waugh influenced the book (or at least tried to):

…As Diana [Mitford] saw it, “in its way just about perfect. I can’t find a criticism. Evelyn couldn’t have done it.” Interestingly, Evelyn Waugh, Nancy’s great friend and correspondent, was a valued mentor and played a key part in Pursuit. Nancy had favoured the title My Cousin Linda and it was Waugh who suggested The Pursuit of Love. He had sent her an early copy of his masterpiece Brideshead Revisited, published in May 1945, and as she relayed their worldly friends’ views on the classic (she was well-informed, having created a salon at Heywood Hill’s bookshop in Mayfair), she confessed,

“I am writing a book, also in the 1st person. (Only now has it occurred to me everybody will say what a copycat – never mind that won’t hurt you only me) It’s about my family, a very different cup of tea, not grand and far madder. Did I begin it before reading B.head or after I can’t remember….I’m awfully excited my fingers begin to itch.”

After a description of Nancy’s career following the success of Pursuit,  McGinness also summons Waugh:

… Again Waugh advised her on finding her voice and a readership when she turned to history — in this case Madame de Pompadour; “Write for the sort of reader who knows Louis XV furniture when she sees it but thinks Louis XV was the son of Louis XIV and had his head cut off.”

–In his recent diary column for The Times, Patrick Kidd included this recollection by Antonia Fraser of her first encounter with Evelyn Waugh:

KEEPING UP WITH WAUGH
Evelyn Waugh had high expectations of infants. Speaking at an event for the charity Give a Book, Lady Antonia Fraser said she met the novelist when she was a few weeks old. “Saw F Pakenham’s baby and gave it a book but it can’t read yet,” Waugh wrote in his diary, which made her feel indignant when this was later drawn to her attention. “I learnt to read jolly soon after that,” she insists. As a teenager she found Brideshead Revisited on what her mother called her “banned shelf” and naturally read it but did not see what was so naughty. “Was it the adultery or the alcoholism?” she asked and ma replied: “I thought it might put you off Catholicism.”

Fraser’s mother was Waugh’s friend, writer Elizabeth Harman, who married another friend Frank Pakenham. They later acquired the name of Longford when Frank inherited the family title and estate from his brother Edward.

–Novelist William Boyd has reviewed the recent biography of Graham Greene in the New Statesman. As mentioned in previous posts, this is by Richard Greene and is entitled Russian Roulette. In his discussion of Greene’s religious beliefs, Boyd includes this:

…It’s a matter of some note that three of our greatest 20th century novelists – Greene, Evelyn Waugh and Muriel Spark – all converted to Catholicism. Waugh was genuinely devout – his faith was his safety net, his life-raft. But I’ve long struggled with Greene and Spark’s declared belief in a supernatural being. It has always struck me as both conveniently useful to them as writers and fundamentally bogus. However, the other revelation of Richard Greene’s biography is that, having converted to Catholicism in order to marry his wife, Vivien, Greene’s faith, while it wavered from time to time – he made a nice distinction between “faith” and “belief” – was a remarkable constant in the ups and downs of his life. He went to mass, he received the sacrament, Roman Catholic priests were close friends. On his deathbed he had a Catholic priest read him the last rites.

Anton Chekhov once declared that he could never understand how an intelligent person could believe in a god – an opinion I share. Greene’s agonised personal life, however, was not noticeably inhibited by the injunctions of his faith. Richard Greene recounts one particularly complicated situation in 1952. Greene’s relationship with the wealthy American beauty Catherine Walston – the second longest love affair of his life – was going through one of its regular rough patches…

–Boyd, writing in the Guardian, also reviews a recent collection of letters, entitled Love in the Blitz and written during WWII by Eileen Alexander , a young Jewish woman who lived through the war in London. As described by Boyd:

Love in the Blitz covers the passage of time from the summer of 1939 to 1946 in the form of a series of love letters written by a young woman, Eileen Alexander, to her lover, Gershon Ellenbogen. It makes for a fascinating subjective account of an individual life over these years, unfiltered by any ambitions of literary posterity or knowingness. The frankness and guilelessness of these letters grant them an astonishing authenticity.

Waugh’s own wartime correspondence is also cited and contrasted:

Evelyn Waugh once scolded his wife, Laura, for her uninspired wartime letters to him, odiously reminding her: “A letter need not be a bald chronicle of events … I simply am not interested in Bridget’s children. Do grasp that. A letter should be a form of conversation; write as though you were talking to me.” [Her lover and correspondent] Ellenbogen would have no need to rebuke Alexander for any similar failing. Her voice is absolutely, beguilingly conversational – and she was reputedly a great conversationalist in life. The letters are witty, clever, subversive, candid…

–Also in the Guardian, a new entry in its Top 10s books compilations deals with “House Parties in fiction”.  Among the selections is this one by Waugh:

3. Decline and Fall by Evelyn Waugh (1928)
I can’t think of a funnier house party than the one that Margot Beste-Chetwynde throws at her scarily modernist country house, King’s Thursday, and then decides not to attend. My favourite line concerns Margot’s teenage son, Peter, who serves the cocktails: “Downstairs Peter Beste-Chetwynde mixed himself another brandy and soda and turned a page in Havelock Ellis, which, next to The Wind in the Willows, was his favourite book.”

The list was compiled by David Leavitt who also included Henry Green’s Party Going and Virginia Woolf’s Mrs Dalloway.

 

 

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