While
reading Evelyn Waugh’s 1950 novel Helena
for the first time, I came across sentences spoken by Lactantius, the Christian
convert who helps bring the title character to the true faith, that seem to
express Waugh’s writerly credo:
“He
delighted in writing, in the joinery and embellishment of his sentences, in the
consciousness of high rare virtue when every word had been used in its purest
and most precise sense, in the kitten games of syntax and rhetoric. Words could
do anything except generate their own meaning.”
The novel
concerns St. Helena, the mother of Constantine and discoverer of fragments of
the True Cross. Waugh judged it his best book, which it is not, but Helena embodies his interest in
“joinery,” “the construction of wooden furniture, fittings, etc.” (OED). Before Waugh resolved to be a
writer, he considered devoting his life to painting, and then contemplated
carpentry and printing. Writing, for him, is a species of making, not an
emotional pressure valve. His books are usually funny, yes, but always exactingly
crafted. In a 1953 interview with the BBC, when asked if he was conveying a
“message” in his work, Waugh replied:
“No, I wish
to make a pleasant object, I think any work of art is something exterior to
oneself, it is the making of something, whether it’s a bed table or a book.”
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