{"id":20,"date":"2014-02-28T11:35:13","date_gmt":"2014-02-28T11:35:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/staffblogs.le.ac.uk\/waughandwords\/?p=20"},"modified":"2025-02-26T13:22:18","modified_gmt":"2025-02-26T13:22:18","slug":"bookgroupdecline","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/staffblogs.le.ac.uk\/waughandwords\/2014\/02\/28\/bookgroupdecline\/","title":{"rendered":"Book Group: Decline and Fall"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Waugh<\/a>

Waugh provided his own illustrations for the novel.<\/p><\/div>\n

A swift and deliberate change in tone for the Book Group this month as we swapped the lyrical nostalgia of Brideshead Revisited <\/i>for the cruel humour of Decline and Fall<\/i>.<\/p>\n

Evelyn Waugh\u2019s first novel follows the fortunes of Paul Pennyfeather, sent down from Oxford through no fault of his own and condemned \u2013 or so it seems \u2013 to a life of obscurity as an assistant master at a public school in Wales:<\/p>\n

Between ourselves, Llanabba hasn\u2019t a good name in the profession. We class schools, you see, into four grades: Leading School, First-rate School, Good School, and School. Frankly,\u2019 said Mr Levy, School is pretty bad. I think you’ll find it a most suitable post.<\/em><\/p>\n

Opinion was divided on just how \u201cfunny\u201d this novel actually was. Some of the group struggled with its apparent lack of sympathy for its characters. Margot Metroland, Chokey and Captain Grimes are grotesque, outrageous and immoral rather than realistic. Or are they? Skim off the froth, and we discovered some surprising depth to Decline and Fall<\/i> and its cast.<\/p>\n

Take Otto Silenus, for example, the modernist architect who believes that the perfect building would be one impossible to live in. He is a caricature, but also delivers a speech to Paul that struck all of us with its wisdom and perception:<\/p>\n

\"Otto<\/a>It\u2019s like the big wheel at Luna Park\u2026 [everyone is] trying to sit in the wheel, and they keep getting flung off\u2026the nearer you can get to the hub of the wheel the slower it is moving and the easier it is to stay on.. at the very centre there\u2019s a point completely at rest\u2026 I\u2019m not sure I am not very near that point myself… Lots of people just enjoy scrambling on and being whisked off and scrambling on again\u2026 Then there are others, like Margot, who sit as far out as they can and hold on for dear life and enjoy that. But the whole point about the wheel is you needn\u2019t get on at all\u2026 Now you\u2019re a person who was clearly meant to stay in the seats and sit still and if you get bored watch the others.<\/em><\/p>\n

We discussed Otto’s new interpretation of the Wheel of Fortune at some length, reading into it a critique of the society Waugh moved in during the 1920s and his own ambivalent position within it. Born middle class and suburban, Waugh was a stranger to both the centre of the wheel and its fast-moving edge. Was he a watcher, then, the observer who had a good laugh at everyone trying to cling on to the ride, or a scrambler who kept getting flung off?<\/p>\n

Otto\u2019s insight also helped us to think about Paul Pennyfeather, our \u201chero\u201d for the things that happen to him rather through any agency on his part. He is, like many Waugh protagonists, a cipher. Otto goes on to suggest that humans should be classified as \u2018dynamic\u2019 or \u2018static\u2019 \u2013 and Paul, who is happiest when in solitary confinement, is as \u2018static\u2019 as they come. Is he likeable? Most of us thought not, and Ian even went so far as to suggest him as a prototype for Charles Ryders\u2019 self-satisfied cousin Jasper in Brideshead Revisited.<\/i><\/p>\n

There also discussed another link between these seemingly very different novels: both feature a distant and gleefully perverse father figure. In Brideshead, Charles\u2019 father takes pleasure in punishing his spendthrift ways by making him endure dinners at home with \u201cfriends\u201d so boring even their host is glad to see them leave. Similarly, Paul\u2019s guardian uses his ward\u2019s disgraceful exit from Oxford as an excuse to spend his allowance on his daughter\u2019s wedding dress.<\/p>\n

\"Alexander<\/a>

Bron Waugh with his father Alexander, Evelyn’s grandson.<\/p><\/div>\n

Without wishing to relate everything, necessarily, to biography, we did reflect on what such portrayals might reveal about Waugh\u2019s own family circumstances. It\u2019s certainly true that he was bitter towards his father Arthur, irked by his theatrical behaviour and resentful of the strong bond that existed between Arthur and Evelyn\u2019s older brother Alec. But Arthur wasn\u2019t malevolent. To find the kind of schadenfreude exhibited by Charles\u2019 father and Paul\u2019s guardian, one has to go a generation further back. Evelyn\u2019s sadistic grandfather, known as \u2018the Brute\u2019, once deliberately crushed a wasp into his wife\u2019s forehead to make it sting her. Evelyn\u2019s own cruel humour pales in comparison and such is the strength of feeling towards the Brute amongst the present generations of the Waugh family that his great, great, great grandson Bron spat on his grave at the tender age of six.<\/p>\n

Decline and Fall <\/i>is farcical and cruel, but it is also complex. We glimpsed here a technique, which will become familiar to us as we journey further into Waugh\u2019s literature, of using one sentence or even just a few words to cut through an apparently frivolous atmosphere and bring us up short against something altogether more profound. For example while, the drunken and doubt-ridden Mr Prendergast is ridiculed throughout the narrative, Waugh also grants him a single moment of humanity. When Paul invites him out for a \u2018binge\u2019 with Captain Grimes, he is taken aback by his gratitude:<\/p>\n

\u2018Really, Pennyfeather\u2026 I don\u2019t know what to say\u2026 I can\u2019t remember when I dined at an hotel last. Certainly not since the war. it will be a treat. My dear boy, I\u2019m quite overcome.\u2019<\/em>
\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And, much to Paul\u2019s embarrassment, a tear welled up in each of Mr Prendergast\u2019s eyes, and coursed down his cheeks.<\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s as if, having encouraged us to laugh at \u2018Prendy\u2019, Waugh performs an about-face and berates us \u2013 and Paul – for doing just that. Mr Prendergast\u2019s tears, Otto\u2019s insight and \u2013 later \u2013Peter Pastmaster\u2019s drunken nihilism prevent us from taking the farce seriously. We read passages today that made us laugh out loud, but there is pathos in this absurdity and an odd species of compassion too. Perhaps, in later novels, these modes mesh together more smoothly. We\u2019re looking forward to finding out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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