Scoop
Jan 12, 2022
2 minutes
by Evelyn Waugh
Jack Watkins
TO select Evelyn Waugh’s as his masterpiece is like barging into an exhibition of Constable landscapes and pointing emphatically at , when every inch of wall is decked with compositions of multi-layered beauty. How can , its comic absurdity owing as much to the economy of Waugh’s prose as to its unlikely story, or the tragedy of , be passed over? More readers might, but what about the late-Waugh pathos of ?
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