Livro - the complete stories mordant, mirthful, and unrelenting in their lampoon of aristocratic mischief, evelyn waugh's novels have earned him a permanent place in the literary pantheon
But this cantankerous master-the scion, by the way, of a decidedly middle-class family of publishers and writers - was no less adept when it came to the short form
Indeed, waugh first broke into print in 1926 with the balance: a yarn of the good old days of broad trousers and high necked jumpers, an early story that suggests a modernized and misanthropic p.g
Wodehouse
And he continued to write short fiction throughout the rest of his career, all of which has now been collected in the delectable complete stories of evelyn waugh
The first few entries in the collection capture a kinder, gentler author, not yet red at the verbal tooth and claw
But by 1932, when he wrote "love in the slump", waugh's eye for the black-comic detail was firmly in place
It rained heavily on the day of the wedding, and only the last-ditchers among the st
Margaret's crowd turned out to watch the melancholy succession of guests popping out of their dripping cars and plunging up the covered way into the church
A doctor was summoned to attend the bridegroom's small nephew, who, after attracting considerable attention as a page at the ceremony by his outspoken comments, developed a high temperature and numerous disquieting symptoms of food poisoning
Waugh's wit only sharpened throughout the succeeding decades, and the very texture of his prose thickened (although it never took on much in the way of modernist adipose tissue)
In "compassion," a 1949 tale that belies the author's vaunted anti-semitism, a mere glimpse of some yugoslavian partisans leads to this superabundant sentence: "he passed ragged, swaggering partisans, all young, some scarcely more than children; girls in battle dress, bandaged, bemedalled, girdled with grenades, squat, chaste, cheerful, sexless, barely human, who had grown up in mountain bivouacs, singing patriotic songs, arm-in-arm along the pavements where a few years earlier rheumatics had crept with parasols and light, romantic novels"
Nobody can accuse waugh of squishy sentimentality-remember, romantic prose is strictly for convalescents
Still, the complete stories offers an accurate and stupendously entertaining vision of human folly, no less effective for being administered in smaller doses.