In Sunday’s New York Times Book Review, Robert Harris, author of Conclave, was asked to name three writers he would invite to a literary dinner party. “My literary heroes,” he answered: “Graham Greene, George Orwell and Evelyn Waugh.”
I found his answer surprising for two reasons: Rarely, in these politically correct times, do people respond with the names of three dead white males, and rarely do their favorite authors correspond so closely to mine. Though I wouldn’t have all three men around for dinner. I would mix things up: Not in obedience to DEI but for the sake of a more lively conversation. Imagine the fun if fellow Catholics Flannery O’Connor and Richard Rodriguez joined Waugh at the table.
