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michaelontheplanet 's review for:
A Handful of Dust
by Evelyn Waugh
Last chance: Waugh's pin-sharp, bitter, stylish satire charts snobbery and decay, pitting the outmoded shire aristocracy against the stylish but vacuous Belgravia set. It's a hammock of a book, the first part, up to the sudden and merciless dispatch of Little Lord Fauntleroy and the third movement - dead among the pampas - as quixotic, hilarious and unforgivingly observant as anything Waugh ever wrote. The middle stanza sags (Waugh's overt racism, all the worse because he knew of what he spoke, drags the enterprise down). Flawed, sparkling, a pen portrait of a society in terminal throes, a wasteland, but glorious indeed.