by harrisrh |
October 29, 2017 · 9:31 am
In a piece for The Guardian titled “I can prove that ‘William Shakespeare’ is buried in Westminster Abbey – scholar,” grandson of the great Evelyn Waugh (NOTE: refer to wickedly funny moment in Lost in Translation for cultural reference) Alexander Waugh claims that “William Shakespeare was in fact Edward de Vere, the 17th Earl of Oxford, and is buried in Westminster Abbey, not the Holy Trinity Church in Stratford-upon-Avon.”
Now, I’m no scholarly sleuth, but after reading this article all I can think is: Has someone read a bit too much Dan Brown for their own good?
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“I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.”
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
For anyone who has even a little bit of love-on for the England of yore, this book is for you. Evelyn Waugh, most recently mentioned in Sofia Coppola’s Oscar-winning Lost in Translation, was a prolific journalist, biographer, travel writer and critic during his lifetime, but is today probably best remembered for his classic 1945 novel Brideshead Revisited.
There are numerous versions of this book that have been adapted to the silver screen and turned into TV miniseries, but if you find yourself in the mood for an oldie but a literary goodie, you won’t be disappointed with this book.
by harrisrh |
October 29, 2016 · 11:12 am
Ah, yes, the Brits. When those wily Britons are not doing maths or enjoying some ice lollies on lifts or in lorries, they have a special ability to craftily intertwine sexes into their literatures. Who would have thunk that the hoity-toity label often attached to many classic British authors could have been a ruse! Deep down, they just have a more refined way of scintillating the loins, as evidenced in these doozies below.
“Sir Leicester leans back in his chair, and breathlessly ejaculates, ‘Good heaven!'” Bleak House, Charles Dickens
“All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day.” Vile Bodies, Evelyn Waugh
“Fanny rode on a lion and felt very grand. Dick chose a horse.” The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
“Let us toss as men do.” Far from the Maddening Crowd, Thomas Hardy