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The Brideshead Generation: Evelyn Waugh and His Friends Kindle Edition
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Waugh comes across as a witty and articulate man with a keen sense of the ridiculous, but on the negative side also a bully, an appalling snob, irritable, often remarkably rude, which may have had something to do with being frequently drunk. We are told that in World War 2 he was judged unsuitable to command a company of soldiers because he could not relate to junior ranks. All this may have been in some way the result of a lack of affection as a child, a sense of exclusion from the "cosy friendship" his father apparently formed with Waugh's older brother and the humiliation of his first wife, "She-Evelyn" going off with another man.
He also revelled in gossip, exaggerating the misfortunes of others, including so-called friends. He could not resist the barbed repartee as when Graham Greene observed that it would be fun to write about politics rather than God. Waugh rejoined: "I wouldn't give up writing about God at this stage if I were you. It would be like P.G. Wodehouse dropping Jeeves halfway through the Wooster series.Read more ›
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But the book becomes increasingly serious, and whilst not specifically a work of literary criticism, it cites reviews and gives the background to the works of Waugh and to a lesser extent others. It also looks at the curious world of the Roman Catholic convert. At the end I felt a little sad for Waugh and some of his contemporaries. In spite of their achievements, by no means all of them seemed happy.
Much is made sometimes of the lack of personal happiness enjoyed by many of the figures in this book, but I don't see them as any unhappier than legions of people of a similar kind of intelligence but far less visible accomplishment and consequently at least equally consuming frustrations. The circumstances of these characters and the license of their statuses and in many instances personalities as artists allowed them to indulge in their depression a little more flamboyantly that the average cubicle sap can permit himself to do, but I do not see them as inordinately unhappy compared to others so much as more elaborately developed in that direction.