Brideshead Revisited

By Evelyn Waugh

A classic that I had never actually read. But I discovered it in a second hand book store and so obviously had to finally indulge. What a triumph that was. There are many books that are given the title of ‘classic’ but I’m not sure many of us have read then nor would find much solace in them if we did. But this masterpiece felt so intimate and yet refined, no vulgarity. Not a shred. It was human and sad, and uplifting and honest, yet always hiding so much. It was so beautifully written that I returned to paragraphs again and again just to allow the words to fall across my mind. It was written in a different time, when so much would not have been accepted and yet it feels timeless as it is ultimately a story of love and all its complexities. A story of a life with and without love, the human experience and that has no time.

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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