Continuing my love affair with Evelyn Waugh, I’ve just read A Handful of Dust. This is perhaps one of the darker Waugh novels, but still a joy to read. Like many of Waugh’s novels it’s an hilarious parody of the upper classes of the 1930s and the inherent contradictions of the establishment. Like much of his other work, there’s an underlying dark tension in this book. Themes of divorce, betryal, one-up-man-ship and child death run throughout – yet it still gets me laughing out loud.
The final chapters are based on the Waugh short story The Man Who Liked Dickens.
If only people still wrote like him. I think he took a lot from Saki, but I’m yet to start drawing the direct links between the two. More on Saki soon …