Wednesday, 15 January 2014

SCOOP – Evelyn Waugh, 1938

Another of those books which does not live up to the hype.

Perhaps it did when it was first published but that joke isn’t funny anymore.
I’ve seen it criticised for being racist or colonialist but I don’t think it is. It’s just not as amusing as it pretends to be.
I usually love Waugh’s novels: Brideshead Revisited is sublime. Yet, for me, this one misses the mark.

It hinges on mistaken identity and further misunderstanding. There is more wool pulled over more people’s eyes here than in a changing room in a knitwear shop.

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