The modern obsession with celebrity began with the Bright Young
People, a voraciously pleasure-seeking band of bohemian
party-givers and blue-blooded socialites who romped through the
gossip columns of 1920s London. Drawing on the virtuosic and often
wrenching writings of the Bright Young People themselves, the
biographer and novelist D. J. Taylor has produced an enthralling
account of an age of fleeting brilliance.
"The laziest way to put someone down is to call him or her an
egomaniac. It's what we say when we loathe someone but can't think
of anything more precise. That label was often and too easily
applied, in London in the late 1920s and early '30s, to members of
the so-called Bright Young People: a small, carefully circumscribed
circle of elite 20-somethings who seemed to glide, as D. J. Taylor
puts it in his nimble new book, on 'a compound of cocktails, jazz,
license, abandon and flagrantly improper behavior.' The Bright
Young People were the most glamorous, influential, self-absorbed,
quasi-bohemian and overeducated creatures in existence. During
their flickering moment they were adored and despised in almost
equal measure. Good parties are enemy-making machines--You weren't
asked? Surely your invitation was lost in the mail--and no one
orchestrated them like the Bright Young ones. Nearly every event
was an eye-popping spectacle, fully played out in the era's gossip
columns. In his novel "Vile Bodies," published in 1930 (and still
hilarious), Evelyn Waugh gave an overview of the Champagne-fueled
social carnage: 'Masked parties, savage parties, Victorian parties,
Greek parties, Russian parties, circus parties, parties where one
had to dress as somebody else, almost naked parties in St. John's
Wood, parties in flats and studios and houses and ships and hotels
and nightclubs, in windmills and swimming baths . . . all the
succession and repetition of massed humanity. . . . Those vile
bodies.' Waugh, of course, was a Bright Young Thing himself, or at
the least he existed at the group's margins. So did others who
would go on to become well-known artists: John Betjeman, Nancy
Mitford, Anthony Powell, Cecil Beaton and Henry Green among them.
These bold-face names were among the lucky survivors. More than a
few burned out, got lost or threw their promise away. Other
would-be Bright Young People, Lytton Strachey snarked, seemed to
have 'just a few feathers where brains should be.' Mr. Taylor, the
British author of "Bright Young People: The Lost Generation of
London's Jazz Age," is a biographer (he has written lives of
Thackeray and Orwell) and literary critic, and he tells this story
with a good deal of essayistic flair, precision and flyaway wit.
Just as important, he relates this ultimately elegiac narrative
with a surprising amount of intellectual and emotional sympathy. He
plainly wants to be bothered by the Bright Young People's antics,
too. 'One of the great consolations of English literary life, ' Mr.
Taylor observes, wonderfully, is the idea that 'seriousness is
automatically the preserve of people with cheery, proletarian
values and prosaic lifestyles--that a barfly with a private income
and a web of well-connected friends has already damned himself
beyond redemption.'"--Dwight Garner, "The New York Times
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"The saga of Beaton, Evelyn Waugh and the less famous social
butterflies that everyone called the Bright Young People may be the
ideal escapist fantasy for these sober economic times. Theirs was a
life of glittering frivolity, of scavenger hunts that stopped
traffic in Sloane Square, cocktails and dancing until dawn,
notorious gatherings like the Bath and Bottle Party at a swimming
pool ('bring a Bath towel and a Bottle' the invitation said),
sprees that envious mortals read about in gossip columns. To make
the fantasy complete, the story even offers a satisfying touch of
schadenfreude. As D. J. Taylor emphasizes in this incisive social
history, these flighty creatures crashed with a thud louder than
you'd imagine butterflies could make. Taylor compares the Mozart
party photo to a 'medieval morality play' capturing how the Bright
Young People got their comeuppance: their zaniness became more
self-conscious and attenuated; they tried to ignore the fragile
postwar economy and the crumbling aristocracy, but those changes
were ready to bite them. It was fun while it lasted, though, for
much of the 1920s . . . Lightened by the book's beautiful design,
laced with mordant period quotations and delicious satiric cartoons
from newspapers and magazines. Taylor's richly detailed work also
calls attention to two breezy, auspicious first novels about the
Bright Young People that are unfortunately out of print: Nancy
Mitford's "Highland Fling" and Anthony Powell's "Afternoon
Men.""--Caryn James, "The New York Times Book Review"
"Combining diaries, biographies, news reports and novels to paint
the social life of 1920s London, D.J. Taylor has created that
rarest of books--one you can safely recommend both to scholars of
Evelyn Waugh and the entourage of Paris Hilton. The engaging
"Bright Young People," written by a critic and novelist best known
for his biography of George Orwell, reads like a case study in
youth culture, trendsetting, log-rolling and cultivated
bohemianism. It examines the symbiotic relationship between a
loose-knit group of partygoers and a media that, in gossip columns
and mocking denunciations, made them the first celebrities who were
famous, in our contemporary sense, for being famous. By the most
generous estimate, there were never more than 2,000 souls among the
ranks popularly known at the time as the Bright Young People. By
most accounts, those souls were self-absorbed, self-mythologizing
and terribly jaded. Their defining exploits included boisterous
scavenger hunts, extravagant hoaxes and the 'stylized debauchery'
of more fancy-dress balls than you can shake an engraved
16-inch-high invitation at--including the Bath and Bottle Party,
the Circus Party, the Hermaphrodite Party, the Great Urban Dionysia
and the Mozart Party, where the menu came from a cookbook owned by
Louis XVI. They excited the public imagination--and incited a
moderate moral panic--with their fast living and reflexive
flippancy. The greatest talents associated with the movement were
Waugh and the photographer Cecil Beaton. Taylor deftly traces how
the former drew on his friends' exploits for the hysterical satire
of "Vile Bodies" and "Decline and Fall," and how the latter--an
Edmund Hilary among social climbers--used his to further his
career. Lesser accomplishments detailed here include "Singing Out
of Tune," a novel by brewery heir Bryan Guinness that documented
the Bright Young Person's daily routine: 'waking up late, meeting
people for lunch, bringing the lunch party home for tea, moving on
to cocktails and dinner . . . and ending up with a communal trek
around the fashionable restaurants of the West End.' But in this
realm any accomplishment was an exception, and the non-career of
the occasional poet Brian Howard proved emblematic of this wasted
youth revolt. 'The books Brian Howard never wrote would fill a
decent-sized shelf, ' Taylor writes, elsewhere noting that the man
lived out his frustrating life 'in that exotic never-never land
where the Ritz bar meets the out-of-season Continental resort.' The
fun ended soon enough; by 1931, England was in financial crisis and
a 10-hour-long Red and White Ball rang down the era. But Taylor's
skillful reconstruction of the whole hazy time feels like a lasting
party favor."--Troy Patterson, NPR
"A poignant study of the elusive relationship between art and
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