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Latest Evelyn Waugh Items
Otto von Bismarck famously observed that the less people know about how sausages and laws are made, the better they'll feel about them. The same could be said for the world of books. The more we learn about the petty malice of Evelyn Waugh, the envious insecurity of Hemingway, the relentless money-grubbing of Balzac, the arid, neurotic love life of Edith Wharton or the utter creepiness of Marcel Proust, the more we are distracted from their purely artistic merits.
Fans of award-winning biographer Edmund Morris will exult in this personal volume of essays culled, as the author puts it, from 40 years of capital -- "the raw material from which any mature style must derive." In 59 contributions to magazines and newspapers, we are given a buffet of the author's wide and varied interests.
Susan Mary Alsop was a saloniste extraordinaire who served more than tea and sympathy in the fashionable drawing rooms of her well-appointed Georgetown and Paris homes.
In the introduction to his exhaustive biography of New Orleans literary legend and posthumous Pulitzer Prize winner John Kennedy Toole, Cory MacLauchlin considers the question of whether John Kennedy Toole is a modernist or a Southern writer.
If the phone hacking scandal gripping Rupert Murdoch's News Corp. empire has a familiar ring, it might be because you've heard the story before. Scrappy outsider turns modest newspaper business into international media conglomerate. Ambition turns to hubris. Mogul dramatically falls from grace.
Thirty years after the PBS presentation of ITV's "Brideshead Revisited," an anniversary edition has been released in a packaged set.
London-based financier Robert Agostinelli predicted to a mutual dining companion recently that I would only order Sapphire and tonic for pre-supper cocktails. "In his mind, drinking Bombay gin is one little way to help keep the Empire alive," the chairman of the Rhone Group explained, pointing out that a portrait of Queen Victoria adorns every bottle. And he was right. Seemingly minor habits mean a lot for the tweedy set that worships Evelyn Waugh, suffers to keep old Jaguars running and names their offspring after English monarchs.
I received a call the other day from an agreeable lady at C-SPAN, asking me to do a show with the network called "In Depth." It will take a lot of time, as C-SPAN wants to interview me on all the books I have written. Also, it will last three hours. That is a marathon. I can hardly listen for three hours, much less talk. Yet I have been a fan of C-SPAN for years, so I could hardly say no. Also, I am an advocate of the printed word. I want it to survive.
Beyond the miasma of texting and blogging and tweeting, there is the real world of journalism as Mort Rosenblum lived it and now recalls it.