5/13/2023 0 Comments Evelyn waugh 1938![]() A writer is not primarily a developer of characters, and he is certainly not a psychoanalyst (Waugh thought all psychology, especially its Freudian variant, the equivalent of “voodoo, bog magic, the wise woman’s cabin”). He made it very clear many times that he regarded writing first and foremost as an exercise in the skillful and felicitous use of language. Waugh’s writings-only a few of which I can treat here-are marked not just by their number but their elegant style and impressive diversity (novels, short stories, biographies, autobiography, travelogues, and a myriad of essays, long and short, on everything from American Catholicism to literature, wine, Victorian artists and architects, and much else). In the first and most obvious instance, there are his works. ![]() Now, a half-century since his death on Easter Sunday-April 10th-1966, what are we to make of him? What gifts does he still have to offer Catholic and other readers today? In the late 1990s, I discovered Evelyn Waugh, who during his life and after his death was often acclaimed the greatest Catholic novelist of the 20 th century. ![]()
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