{"id":78669,"date":"2014-10-28T14:16:08","date_gmt":"2014-10-28T18:16:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=78669"},"modified":"2014-10-28T17:04:44","modified_gmt":"2014-10-28T21:04:44","slug":"god-satan-waugh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2014\/10\/28\/god-satan-waugh\/","title":{"rendered":"God, Satan, Waugh"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_78670\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/evelynwaugh.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-78670\" class=\"wp-image-78670\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/evelynwaugh.jpeg\" alt=\"Evelynwaugh\" width=\"600\" height=\"593\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/evelynwaugh.jpeg 896w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/evelynwaugh-300x296.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-78670\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A portrait of Waugh by Carl Van Vechten.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Evelyn Waugh was born today in 1903. You can read his <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/interviews\/4537\/the-art-of-fiction-no-30-evelyn-waugh\">Art of Fiction interview here<\/a>, but there\u2019s also, courtesy of the <em>Spectator<\/em>\u2019s seemingly endless archives, this unverified bit of trivia from a letter to the paper sent in 1971:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Sir: Colin Wilson, your reviewer of Graham Greene\u2019s autobiography <em>A Sort of Life<\/em> quotes from a supposed remark that Evelyn Waugh made to Greene\u2014\u2018You know, Graham, you\u2019ve made more money out of God than Wodehouse made out of Jeeves.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>I believe there are other versions of this story, although I cannot now remember who told me mine.<\/p>\n<p>A few years ago, while in New York, I was but a stone\u2019s throw from the Algonquin Hotel, Mr. Waugh and Mr. Greene were staying in the hotel. Late in the night Mr. Waugh popped into Mr. Greene\u2019s room where a publisher\u2019s party was still going strong to celebrate another Greene book. At some point during this party Evelyn Waugh announced: \u2018You know, Graham, you\u2019ve made more money out of the Devil than I\u2019ve made out of God.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Apocryphal or otherwise, the story does contain a more typical Waugh bite than the Jeeves analogy.<\/p>\n<p>Michael Hastings<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Greene and Waugh were born within a year of each other, and <a href=\"http:\/\/jloughnan.tripod.com\/greenewaugh.htm\" target=\"_blank\">attended Oxford at the same time<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>At Oxford, both men read history, drank far too much and published poetry, fiction, journalism, film criticism. But they saw little of each other, because Waugh moved in an anarchic, Modernist circle, while Greene was frantically busy with cultural pursuits, and published a distinctly un-Modern book of verse, <i>Babbling April<\/i>\u2014a difference reflected in their fiction. Greene joined the Communist Party\u2014for four weeks\u2014and began his long career of spying by reporting on French atrocities in Alsace for the German government. Waugh found the left side of politics overcrowded with clever people and set up as an extreme conservative. As for religion, Oxford friends remember Greene as a convinced, and very convincing atheist. Waugh, by contrast, yawned at religion.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Both would ultimately convert to Catholicism, though they hardly seem to have found the same religion. Greene\u2019s Catholicism was progressive, largely free of dogma; he spoke once of having \u201cone foot in the Catholic Church.\u201d Waugh was strict, and conservative\u2014he objected to the vernacular Mass. \u201cThe function of the Church in every age has been,\u201d he said, \u201cto transmit undiminished and uncontaminated the creed inherited from its predecessors.\u201d (In his Art of Fiction interview he adds, \u201cI reverence the Catholic Church because it is true, not because it is established or an institution.\u201d)<\/p>\n<p>It seems to me, then, that Hastings\u2019s letter is probably correct: Waugh, in all his piety, was much likelier to tease Greene about Satan than about Jeeves, if indeed he teased him at all. The two were friends, or at least often described as such, but Waugh came down hard on Greene\u2019s <em>The Heart of the Matter<\/em>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>The style of writing is grim. The words are functional, devoid of sensuous attraction, of ancestry and of independent life. Literary stylists regard language as intrinsically precious and its proper use as a worthy and pleasant task. A polyglot could read Mr. Greene, lay him aside, retain a sharp memory of all he said and yet, I think, entirely forget what tongue he was using. The words are simply mathematical signs for his thought. Moreover, no relation is established between writer and reader \u2026 It is as if though, out of an infinite length of film, sequences had been cut which, assembled, comprise an experience which is the reader\u2019s alone, without any correspondence to the experience of the protagonists. The writer has become director and producer.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>And later, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2003\/mar\/01\/classics.evelynwaugh\" target=\"_blank\">according to Mark Lawson in <em>the Guardian<\/em><\/a>, things grew graver still:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>A few years before [Waugh\u2018s] death, Catholicism\u2014and the Catholic novel\u2014had caused one of his few serious disagreements with Greene. Reading <em>A Burnt-Out Case<\/em> (1961), Waugh guessed\u2014correctly\u2014that the bleak and desperate book set in a leper colony marked Greene\u2019s recantation of his faith. Noting in his diary that it was a \u201cbrilliant book, but a base one,\u201d Waugh refused a request from the Daily Mail to review it and wrote to Greene, in January 1961: \u201cI cannot wish your book success &#8230; God forbid that I should pry into the secrets of your soul.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Waugh\u2019s high tone strikes me as overblown today, when both he and Greene are lauded more regularly for the secular side of their prose. We read them as good writers who happen to have been Catholic. But as Lawson notes, \u201cfor around forty years in the middle of the last century these two novelists were perhaps the best publicists Catholicism ever had. Growing up as a Catholic in the 1970s, I remember my father, a convert from Anglicanism, suddenly looking up from a Penguin paperback Greene and announcing that the Catholics had all the best writers.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Evelyn Waugh was born today in 1903. 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