
best things about ‘mad world - evelyn waugh and the secrets of brideshead’
- written by paula byrne, aka my tutor aka jonathan bate’s, jesus of shakespeare (to stanley wells’ god) wife
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best things about ‘mad world - evelyn waugh and the secrets of brideshead’
best things about ‘mad world - evelyn waugh and the secrets of brideshead’
best things about ‘mad world - evelyn waugh and the secrets of brideshead’
best things about ‘mad world - evelyn waugh and the secrets of brideshead’
best things about ‘mad world - evelyn waugh and the secrets of brideshead’
The story of 1920s London’s Bright Young People is a tale of sex, drink, drugs and a gossip-hungry press. Beautiful and Damned traces the growth of 1920s London’s bright young party set whose antics were enjoyed and scorned in equal measures by a watching nation. And the more artistic of the merry band - Cecil Beaton, Evelyn Waugh and Nancy Mitford among them - saw their work make the characters and attitudes of the era both legend and fable.
I am very fond of Evelyn Waugh’s memoir, A Little Learning. I like its careful, measured tones, and its detachment. Two of my favourite passages in it, though, were not written by Waugh himself, but come from letters he received from his friend and mentor Francis Crease, an eccentric recluse who tutored him in calligraphy. The first passage that struck me is about the love of beauty in life as well as in art:
What I have in mind is the hope that you, like so many others of intelligence, may not run after definitions of Art and Beauty and the like, feeling the definition and failing to feel the Beauty itself as it approaches on an evening like this evening. I can think of an Oxford friend at this moment who feels nature described in a sonnet and sitting in his arm-chair, but seems to fail in the open air. And again I remember a Don at Oxford learned in Greek gems telling me how all the other Dons would be interested in curious knowledge and facts about any gem, but its beauty always, or nearly always escaped them.
No Flemish painter of the seventeenth century or English school of the nineteenth could hope to convey more than a suggestion of the visionary splendour of this evening.
Another passage from a letter by Mr Crease, on friendship, also made a strong impression on me; it was written in response to a complaint by Waugh that he lacked any sense of purpose in his life:
Since I first read that, I’ve tried to remind myself in moments of crisis with friends that I need a “thorn in my side” rather than an “echo”. Of course, it doesn’t do to turn it the other way around and think overmuch about ways to become a thorn in the side to one’s friends. Best to let this perception of you develop in them naturally, as it almost certainly will, over time.
By the way, the photo is from one of the tombs in the Christ Church College cathedral. During the Reformation, many of the heads of statues were destroyed as a kind of symbolic destruction.
took about a million screenshots of the bbcfour documentary about the ‘bright young things’ in the 1920s/30s. they’re so fascinating. stephen tennant is my new favourite person