A Twitch Upon the Thread
Most people who came to the November meeting of our book group were reading Brideshead Revisited for the second, third, and even fourth time, so we relished one of the great pleasures of the reading life: that of re-reading a great book and discussing it with fellow fans. The literary pleasures of Evelyn Waugh’s masterpiece are many. The dialogue is perfect. The satire of 1930s British society is delightful. Much of it is uproariously funny. But Brideshead is a profoundly serious book. The novel is the story of the entanglement of a secularized, upper-class youth named Charles Ryder with the Marchmains, a complicated and dysfunctional aristocratic Catholic family of ancient lineage. For Waugh the Marchmains are a metaphor for England between the world wars. The family was once great, and it still retains the outward signs of grandeur. But it is hollow inside.
Marchmain is the name of the hereditary title. The family’s name is Flyte, and its members are fleeing from each other and from God. Lord Marchmain, unable to divorce his wife because they are Catholics, lives in Venice with his mistress. Son Sebastian descends into alcoholism and leaves the country. Daughter Julia leaves the Church and makes a bad marriage. The pious and manipulative Lady Marchmain alienates those she loves. Yet all return. One of Waugh’s characters quotes Chesterton’s Father Brown, who caught a thief “with an unseen hook and an invisible line which is long enough to let him wander to the ends of the world and still to bring him back with a twitch upon the thread.�? The Catholic faith, which had seemed invisible, still bound the Flytes. God draws them back to the Church, bringing the heathen Charles Ryder with them.
The Church portrayed in Brideshead Revisited is very much a Church of strict rules and imposing tradition, but it’s also a place of mercy and grace. At the end, Julia Flyte chooses God over her adulterous affair with Charles. She explains: “I’ve always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can’t shut myself out from His mercy. That is what it would mean; starting a life with you, without Him.�?