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Showing posts with label Brideshead Revisited. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brideshead Revisited. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

How to Read Brideshead Revisited

If you've read this blog for any time at all, you've heard me rhapsodize about Brideshead Revisited. It's one of my all-time favorite novels. I think it's one of the most beautiful books ever written and ranks high on the list of great Catholic works.

However, I have a confession to make. The first time I read it, I didn't like it. Nope, not one bit.


You see, Brideshead Revisited is a difficult book in a lot of ways. For one thing, it's tragic. For another, it has a lot of questionable moral content that makes it unsuitable for a younger audience. Finally, its appeal for Catholics is very subtle, and you might miss it if you're not playing close attention. I missed most of it my first time around.

The thing is, Evelyn Waugh wasn't writing for the casual reader. Waugh was a master literary stylist whose eloquence with the English language was nearly unrivaled. Furthermore, he really "got" human nature and depicted his characters very realistically, in all the complexity of their sins and prejudices and sillinesses. As his greatest work, Brideshead Revisited needs time, patience, and close attention to be really understood.

On top of that, there is no traditional happy ending in Brideshead Revisited. There are no unequivocally "good" characters, and in fact there are very few likable ones. Everyone in the story is deeply flawed, or else a little flat. Everyone makes really awful mistakes and most of the characters suffer deeply. There is a lot of beauty, but there is also a good share of ugliness and a lot of sorrow.


If you prefer clear-cut "good"/"bad" characters and obviously happy endings - and I don't blame you if you do, I often do myself - you might have a hard time liking Brideshead Revisited.

If, however, you are up for reading what Father Robert Barron calls "the best Catholic novel of the twentieth century," here is my unofficial and non-academic guide on how to get the most you can out of it.

1. The first step is to set the scene for the chapters on Oxford, in the first half of the book. Read a little about Oxford's Mercury Fountain and the Bullingdon Club for context.

Those Wikipedia pages are shockingly lacking in the juicy details, by the way. The Mercury Fountain has a small statue of the god Mercury in the center of it (no surprise) which the occasional Oxford undergraduate tries to pull down when inebriated. It has been pulled down three times, and legend has it that each man who got it down went on to become Prime Minister of England.


Despite the threat of a heavy fine, Oxford students still regularly jump in Mercury when drunk and have a go at downing old Mercury. As the statue is now welded to its base, however, this feat is a lot more difficult than it was in years past, and I don't know anyone who has succeeded (although I do know someone who cut his foot on the pedestal while attempting to ensure his future career as Prime Minister. Shhh, don't tell!).

Also, the Bullingdon Club is the most ridiculously exclusive group in British undergraduate life, and probably in the world.

Among other things, they are notorious for destroying restaurants/hotels/clubs that they party in. They leave the place an absolute wreck and then pay the damages, which as Wikipedia accurately notes, makes it "prohibitively expensive" to join.

Of course, being in Bullingdon pretty much guarantees that you'll eventually become Mayor of London or Prime Minister of England. Members of the Bullingdon Club excel at getting into positions of power.

They also excel at sitting around the place looking pensive in fabulous waistcoats.

2. Having set the scene for the Oxford portion of the novel, my next recommendation is that you read the chapter on Brideshead Revisited in George Weigel's excellent book Letters to a Young Catholic (most of that chapter is available online).


Warning: the chapter contains plot spoilers. So you may prefer to wait until after you've read the book to read it. But it offers a great philosophical explanation of Brideshead, so I recommend reading it first as a framework for understanding the book properly.

3. My final recommendation is about the way you ought to approach the story. Ultimately, the main actor in Brideshead Revisited isn't actually any of the human characters; it's Divine Providence itself. The book is essentially an extended exploration of how God's grace works - slowly, subtly, and very strangely - on one dysfunctional British Catholic family. It's brilliant and beautiful, and completely imperceptible to non-Catholics, who will absurdly claim that the book is actually about the First World War or something similarly inconsequential to the plot.

As a side note, if you can, try to read it slowly and really savor the language. Waugh wrote so beautifully! It blows me away sometimes. Even some tiny passages, such as the description of a certain wine drunk at dinner in Paris, are evocative, powerful, eloquent, haunting. What Waugh did with the English language was no small feat. I can only dream of someday writing half as well as he did.

Finally, make sure you read the epilogue, and especially the final few paragraphs. They gently convey the point and theme of the entire book.

Anyway, a lot of people whose opinions I respect don't like Brideshead at all, and I can see that their criticisms are valid. It's difficult to relate to many of the characters. The book is sad, sometimes awfully so, and a lot of characters play fast and loose with morality. It's certainly not for everyone.

Perhaps, like me, you really won't like it the first time you read it. In that case, please wait a few months, or even years, and try it again. It worked for me. Perhaps it will work for you too.

And then, please come back and tell me what you think about it.


Special thanks to Brandon, whose question inspired this post.

Also, here is a lovely little reflection on Brideshead Revisited and Catholicism by my sister, Lillian.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Weather Outside is Frightful

I got back to DC yesterday morning. Frank picked me up at the airport, because he is very kind and thoughtful that way, and I treated him to lunch at Panera in thanks.

Then we went to Target and I bought all the items on my list: an air mattress, a crockpot, command hooks and clear nail polish. What a random list, eh?



The reason I bought most of those things is because my sister Lillian and best friend Maggie are coming to visit in a few weeks for the March for Life.

Have I told you about Maggie? She's getting married in August, to a Marine. Isn't that dreamy? I'm going to be Maid of Honor, along with Lillian (we're the "co-MOHs", as we like to say). Maggie has the most gorgeous color palette picked out for the wedding.


The bridesmaids are wearing rose-colored dresses, while Lil and I are supposed to wear gold, with pearls and nude heels. Could it get more elegant? I'm so excited.

Anyway, the weekend of the March is going to be utter madness, of the best kind. A lot of my friends are coming to town for it and everyone I know is throwing a party. Maggie and Lillian will sleep on the lovely big air mattress I bought for them, and hopefully my crockpot will be immensely useful in cooking lots of meals for the three of us, plus any other friends who happen to show up.
But isn't it beautiful?

After the trip to Target, I spent the rest of the day at home and had a lovely, quiet afternoon.

Santa brought me a real, live, big-girl tea kettle for Christmas, so I embarked that tea kettle on its maiden voyage and made myself a nice pot of tea.

I love having a real tea kettle instead of using the microwave. It seems so much more authentic. And the endearing, plaintive little wail of the tea kettle whistling - could there be a homier sound in the world?

Then I sat down with Brideshead Revisited, one of my favorite books of all time, which I've been rereading lately. Evelyn Waugh writes so beautifully that it almost hurts. I suppose that's rather the point of beauty, isn't it?

My family had a big dinner together on Sunday night. At one point I turned to my dad and asked him, "So what are your major intellectual preoccupations of late?" My sisters started laughing at me for asking such a funny question, but Dad had some interesting answers.

Is that really such an odd question? I don't know. It seems to me that I'm always focusing on some particular intellectual issue. At one point it was the relationship between joy, sorrow and happiness. At another it was whether men and women can really be friends (the jury is still out, although I'm inclined to think that yes, they can, if they are cautious and not too close emotionally). At another it was whether personal happiness and professional greatness are mutually compatible. And on and on. I don't miss school much, but I do miss having a forum in which to share and examine these ideas.

This morning was the coldest it's been in DC yet. I bundled up in my "Michelin man" puffer coat but still shivered all the way to the metro. As I prepared to get off the train and walk the 10 minutes to work, I knew a strategy was needed. No way could I make it all those blocks without some kind of distraction.

I thought about the bitter wind whipping past, so cold it brought tears to my eyes. I considered the struggle to keep walking straight into that wind for block after block. And then I knew what I had to do. I needed to channel my inner Ernest Shackleton.

I've always admired Shackleton's courage and endurance in exploring the coldest part of the world. God graced me with a mighty imagination, and even at age 22, I'm still adept at playing make-believe. I think it's part of why I get along with kids so well. So I pretended to be Ernest Shackleton all the way to work, and made it unscathed.
We even look alike - ha.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, my whole bob-sled made it too.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A Severe Mercy, A Review

I'm reviewing A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken today for my Christmas break book club. To begin with, I've composed a little quiz for you to decide if you would like A Severe Mercy.

Do you like...

A) Love stories?
B) Oxford?
C) Poetry?
D) C.S. Lewis?
E) All of the above?

If you said "Yes" to any of the above... run, don't walk, to the nearest library, bookstore or Amazon.com to get your hands on a copy of this marvelous book. 

A Severe Mercy is not a love story, strictly speaking, but rather an autobiography of a love between a man and woman. The book begins with Sheldon (nicknamed "Van") remembering his youth with Davy as he walks near his childhood home. He goes on to tell the story of his relationship with Jean Davis (called "Davy"), from their first meeting to their early marriage and through all the years of their relationship. Their adventures range from the horrific, as when they witness the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, to the magical, as they spend years living on a boat off the Florida Keys or in the Virginia countryside. They go to study at Oxford, where they encounter the works of C.S. Lewis and eventually meet the man himself. Their relationship with him slowly transforms their "pagan love" as they seek the truth that leads them to Christianity. When they learn that Davy is ill, however, they will need to rely on all the strength of their love, intellectual life and Christian faith to make it through this great trial.


One thing that makes this book exceptional is that it's about a love story but written from a man's perspective. Another is that it's entirely true; Van and Davy kept thorough diaries of their life together, and Van draws heavily from them in writing his book. If you've read Brideshead Revisited, you will probably enjoy A Severe Mercy; both books share descriptions of golden summer afternoons, the vibrant life of the mind at Oxford and accounts of deep human love. The later parts of the book are very analytical, almost philosophical, in nature as Van describes what he learned through his love for Davy. These parts are still very interesting, however, thanks to Van's personal stories that keep the book relatable.

This is not a book for someone interested in a light, Nicholas Sparks-style love story. This is not a book for those who are bored by the classics or poetry. This is a book written for those who want to understand what human love is, and the way that God can transform human love into something beyond the imagining of those participating in it. It's a beautiful book, I loved it, and to the type of people who read my blog, I can't recommend it highly enough.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Best Birthday Ever

Ok so the whole "Reasons I Like Being Single" thing was fun and all but I'm bored with it now. Hello, Tess's ADD. Also it occurred to me that maybe dwelling on why I like being single is a little... much. So enough of that. Instead I present to you... My Wonderful Birthday Weekend (yes folks, I'm 21 now!!)

Friday night I went to the Western-themed dance. Maggie did my hair and make-up, Lillian lent me a shirt and Katherine next door lent me turquoise cowboy boots. The group effort paid off and I had a crazy good time. Here I am with my fabulous date, Sam:

Don't we look divine? Here I am with by bff Shannon before the dance, at the pre-dance party in Katherine's room.

 We kind of look like lumberjacks... but cute lumberjacks. :)

I spent Saturday with my family. Mama Book Smart came to visit me with three of my little sisters. We had lunch at fancy schmancy Sorin's restaurant, our annual tradition, and then they helped me unpack winter clothes in my room (by "helped" I mean my mama folded clothes while the 3 little ones got in the way). Then I took them to the LaFortune candy wall and my littlest sister thought she'd died and gone to Heaven. A normal reaction to massive quantities of candy, I think.

Sunday was my utterly fabulous 21st birthday garden party. It was everything a garden party ought to be. We had champagne flutes with a raspberry floating in each, chocolate cake, vanilla rum cake, scones and tiny finger sandwiches with frilly toothpicks. Not to mention strawberries and cream. The inimitable Coco Chanel once said, "Every girl should be two things: classy and fabulous." Well honey, I fulfilled that maxim to my classiest, most fabulous best. 

Me with my hat, my sundress, my heels and a bottle of champagne.


Yes indeed, it was everything a birthday should be.

Perfectly happy, Tess

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Oxford Holiday

Andrey and I in our matching coats. We both love red!

Thursday night, my sister Lillian arrived and we spent the night at our aunt's house. I got to drop Andrey off at his Montessori school, bright and early. Then L and I hopped on the train to Oxford.
Part of G.K. Chesterton's artwork and personal library
I had a tutorial with Dr. Caldecott- he pointed me to some great resources and showed me the Chesterton collection.

We had lunch at The Eagle and Child, favorite haunt of C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.
Meat pies for lunch, yum!

We went to 6 pm Mass at the Oxford Oratory, where Gerard Manley Hopkins (my favorite poet) was pastor and which Tolkien frequented. It is beautiful.
Finally we went to Formal Hall dinner at University College with our adorable British friend Josh and his friend Dan. I didn't take pictures but I will never forget it. We wore semi-formal attire; we stood to say Grace in Latin; the professors sat at a High Table; waiters served us a delicious 3-course meal. It was a scene straight from Harry Potter.

Finally we checked out Christ Church College, the most beautiful college and site of Brideshead Revisited (one of my all time favorite books).

Oh, how I wish I went to Oxford!