I’ve read so many reviews in the last hour or so, I won’t be able to say anything (new). Still, the most unusual idea just stroke me: with a few hundred pages more, this novel could have been the (lighter?) British version of À la recherche du temps perdu
and I’m only
referring to my reaction to the book and the feelings I’ve got while reading. Waugh’s writing is delicious, subtle, emotional and often witty. And the novel has all the perfect ingredients for me: love, religion, class, family drama and a pinch of war. Plus, I think Sebastian
is the best-sounding male name in English. Top that!