WSJ reviews a Waugh’s book about the House of Waugh. Pretty good stuff. Great paragraph:
The Australian émigré critic Clive James recently awarded Evelyn the accolade of “the supreme writer of English prose in the 20th century,” a judgment Evelyn would have endorsed if it did not mean agreeing with a pleb from the colonies. But Evelyn was so much more than a stylist or someone who could make us laugh out loud. He was mocked for his brooding sense that the barbarians were not at the gate but inside the citadel, indulged by the apostles of moral equivalence in the name of a vapid tolerance. His foreboding has been all too cruelly vindicated.