This year checks off the fortieth since Evelyn Waugh passed away. His name has, through the years, found its place in a great many issues of The New Criterion and is well regarded by many other publications as they address the simple, noble things.
In past reflections, First Things had this to say about him; upon learning of the fine novelists’ death, William F. Buckley paid this homage to him in 1966; the New Partisan published this light piece about him, as well.
In its little way this short posting wishes, once more, to draw attention to Evelyn Waugh. Though it is forty years since he lived, his revered art is still with us, and engaging it, I propose, humbly, elevates one and all.
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