on 18 February 2011
Waugh was a pompous, selfish snob, frequently drunk at highly inappropriate times. He was also a brilliant writer who, like Nancy Mitford and unlike Dickens, created immortal characters out of people he knew - and he knew an awful lot of people, and a lot of awful people. And he was percipient, particularly about the inevitability of war and the likely shape of a post-war Europe. It's all here, along with a great deal of name dropping, of course.