Vile Bodies is a romp, just like Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, but the champagne is laced with bitters. Waugh’s sardonic eye on his generation and how they knocked the sentiment out of any their beholders carries on from Decline & Fall but is more loosely structured – careening from one party to another, with inappropriate flings, deaths, car crashes, squandered fortunes, and hideous meals scattered around.
I preferred Decline & Fall, for all the dizzying skill on display this was more a book I admired than romped along with. Lots of typical Waughisms (loved the debaunch of the Angels) and the opening sea crossing was a hoot.
Congratulations on your half Cannonball!