A Handful of Dust, Evelyn Waugh, originally published in 1934.
So, um, is satire supposed to break your heart and make you cry? Just wondering.
The first half to two-thirds of this book does read like a spoof of Henry James or Edith Wharton. The ending, however, is achingly sobering.
This is satire perfectly done.
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