Look, I’m depressed as hell and feeling stalled out and stupid on this Gaga thing that should be electric and piercing and just isn’t, I’m afraid, plus I have this [NEARLY ENDLESS LITANY OF SELF-PITY REDACTED]. In moments like these, I am especially grateful for Evelyn Waugh and Anthony Lane – the first for his genius, the second for his sensitive and probing assessment of that genius.
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Wavian! WORD OF THE DAY.
Waugh, waugh, waugh.
“…by rights, the book should grind you down in gloom, instead of which you emerge braced and bolstered, as if by a cold shower and a cocktail.” Things to discuss with Walker Percy over drinks.