Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
My feelings on Brideshead Revisited…?
I couldn’t care less. Seriously. And I feel guilty about it.
This is a classic! It’s about the British class system! It’s about the fading aristocracy! And silly, lounging, flamboyant university students!
MANDY! THIS BOOK WAS MADE FOR YOU!
And yet, I could not feel a single thing for any of the characters. I didn’t hate them (well, except for maybe when the protagonist wouldn’t go visit his children, one of which he had never seen, even when his wife begs him. Lovely.), but I just couldn’t rally enough feeling to like them either. I just…meh. I really don’t care. Ugh.
I know I’m in the minority here. People love this book. They point to Waugh’s beautiful sentences, which I did certainly notice. Waugh could write. Some readers talk about the interesting Catholic religious themes…which all went over my head. They point to the snarky British wit, which, although I am usually pretty good at catching, passed me by in this novel. No one else seems to be bored almost to tears. What is my deal?!
All I know is that it took me a full two weeks to read a 300 page book, and that two weeks included some uninterrupted reading time! As I am usually a super fast reader, that is so not a good sign.
Sorry, Waugh, I don’t think we’re meant to be. It’s not you, it’s me.