20 January 2014

On Waugh

'In 1930, he had been received into the Roman Catholic Church, and after the war married into a delightful family of that faith, the Herberts. Thenceforth, he settled down to elaborate his impersonation of a crusty old country gentleman, collecting the requisite properties, both personal and household, and occasionally appearing in London in this role. Mr. J. B. Priestley and others have complained about the impersonation on the ground that the writer has been suffocated by the elaborate superstructure it has required. This seems to me absurd for two reasons—firstly, that Mr. Waugh remains an excellent writer, probably the most accomplished today in the English language, and, secondly, that his impersonation of a country gentleman is as integral a part of his writing as was George Orwell’s equally absurd converse impersonation of a down-and-out.'

— Malcolm Muggeridge on Evelyn Waugh


Fred Garvin said...

Orwell was less of a d*ck to the women around him, though.
And much less of an ideologue. And actually went into the army to fight.

5371 said...

Wrong on all three counts, Fred. Congratulations! You should go into punditry.