Friday, 19 October 2018

************* THINGS LITERARY **************






                                                         MORE ON WAUGH TO COME....

This was his "breakout" book as we would say today. It was hailed as a comic masterpiece. But one wonders if its humour translates well across tome and cultures. Read it for yourself and see.  I'll re-read it myself and see.

This was followed by his second novel "Vile Bodies" which whilst well received did not receive the stellar reviews of his first.  But he was Clearly established as a "Literary Lion" on the basis of these two books.

 A small book he wrote that I read whilst at University - mainly as the subject of the book appealed to me - this was a biography of Edmund Campion. The book raised his stock in Catholic circles and was published just prior to his marriage and after the annulment of his first marriage. Whilst not his greatest book by far still I enjoyed it when I first read it. He dedicated the book to Father D'Arcy the priest who received him when he "swam the Tiber" and was sometime master of Campion Hall the Jesuit college at Oxford.

Fir this short biography Waugh won the Hawthornden prize in 1936 at the time the most prestigious literary prize in England.

Today whilst critically acclaimed at the time it is not regarded as his best book. That accolade is reserved for A Handful of Dust.

BUT - To what extent has his writing survived the vagaries of time and shifting tastes? They are certainly still readable to some extent, But I suspect that the sharp humour/satire of his comic novels has dulled and perhaps faded beyond modern taste.

What has prompted these musings about Waugh was my purchase of a new Biography whilst in London - Philip Eade - Evelyn Waugh A Life Revisited.

It is perhaps the better biography of Waugh than that of Sykes that I've read. Although fair to say I need to re-read the Sykes biography.

Ordered and arrived today the Penguin edition of Waugh's diaries. A true pity there are none from his time at Oxford. He apparently destroyed all of these or what he had written at that time. One wonders why.

Sunday, 14 October 2018

A LESSON





        A TEXT FoRTHIS AGe



7 Ye who turn judgment to wormwood, and leave off righteousness in the earth,



8 Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night: that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth: The LORD is his name:



9 That strengtheneth the spoiled against the strong, so that the spoiled shall come against the fortress.



10 They hate him that rebuketh in the gate, and they abhor him that speaketh uprightly.



11 Forasmuch therefore as your treading is upon the poor, and ye take from him burdens of wheat: ye have built houses of hewn stone, but ye shall not dwell in them; ye have planted pleasant vineyards, but ye shall not drink wine of them.



12 For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate from their right.

13 Therefore the prudent shall keep silence in that time; for it is an evil time.



14 Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live: and so the LORD, the God of hosts, shall be with you, as ye have spoken


15 Hate the evil, and love the good, and establish judgment in the gate: it may be that the LORD God of hosts will be gracious



Amos 5.

Saturday, 13 October 2018

TROPE FOR OUR AGE





There is a Seventeenth Century play entitled "A Mad World My Masters" by Thomas Middleton.




How appropriate a title for our current age.

Could even Kafka have captured the insanity of this time

Wednesday, 10 October 2018

NOT KNOWING AND KNOWING










Has the thought ever struck you as your riding a bus or tram or train and seeing a stranger - that person looks interesting I wish I could get to know them.

                        But of course you never do. SAD

OLD AGE






HAD A LUMBER MRI TODAY...



As my grandmother was wont t:o say:

Starość nie jest przyjemnością, ale śmierć nie jest lepsza…

Sic transit....

Friday, 5 October 2018









BACK FROM OLD BLIGHTY AND PRAGUE


BACK SADLY TO FIND AMERICA
 KAVANAUGHED!

THANKS
MITCH
                              GRASSLEY
                                GRAHAM
                                  FLAKE
AND ALL YOU SPINELESS RAT-PUBLICANS


TO THIS CATALOGUE ONE MUST ADD THE BETRAYAL AND PERFIDY OF SUSAN COLLINS

A PHONY IN SPADES



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