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Alec Waugh, born on July 8, 1898, in London, was a British novelist and travel writer, and the elder brother of Evelyn Waugh.e attended Sherborne School in Dorset, but was expelled.is experiences there inspired his first novel, “The Loom of Youth,” published in 1917, which depicted public school life and caused controversy due to its candid portrayal of student relationships.his led to his expulsion from the Old Shirburnian Society.
During World War I, Waugh was commissioned into the Dorset Regiment in May 1917 and served as a machine gunner in France.e saw action at Passchendaele and was later captured by German forces near Arras in March 1918, spending the remainder of the war in prisoner-of-war camps in Karlsruhe and the Mainz Citadel.
After the war, Waugh worked as a publisher’s reader until 1926, when he traveled to Tahiti.is love for tropical countries influenced many of his novels.Island in the Sun” (1956) explores the emotional and political problems between blacks and whites on a West Indian island.The Mule on the Minaret” (1965) was based on the activities of British counterintelligence in the Middle East.My Brother Evelyn and Other Profiles” (1967) is largely autobiographical.
Waugh’s later novels include “A Spy in the Family” (1970), “The Fatal Gift” (1973), and “A Year to Remember” (1975).e was also a noted wine connoisseur and campaigned to make the ‘cocktail party’ a regular feature of 1920s social life.
Alec Waugh passed away on September 3, 1981, in Tampa, Florida, at the age of 83. Throughout his life, he authored numerous novels and travel books, leaving a lasting impact on 20th-century English literature.
You may learn more at the Encyclopedia Brittanica and Wikipedia.
Rubble
Alec Waugh
We may fill the daytime with friendship
And laughter and song;
But however the laughter may trip
From Albert to Bapaume
Alec Waugh
Lonely and bare and desolate,
Stretches of muddy filtered green,
A silence half articulate
Cannon Fodder
Alec Waugh
Is it seven days you’ve been lying there
Out in the cold,
Feeling the damp, chill circlet of flesh