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On July 26, 1924, The Daily Mail reported that an insouciant gang of youths had been spotted, extravagantly costumed, trundling through London on an evening treasure hunt. The actress Tallulah Bank­head had been in attendance, as well as various ­less ­famous, but no less well-heeled, members of London’s smart set. The carefree party culture of England’s bourgeoisie predated this event, of course, but the Mail made clear that its reporter had just witnessed the debut of the “Bright Young People.” Those who think America’s rapacious celebrity ­culture—­heirs and heiresses whose only discernable talent is the effortless credit card swipe—is unique in its excess and vapidity are advised to read British writer D. J. Taylor’s Bright Young People, an engrossing social history of the ­blue ­bloods, bohos, and bobos who constituted the “lost generation” of ­post–­World War I ­England.

Readers familiar with Evelyn Waugh’s early ­novels—­notably Vile Bodies (1930), the ­ur-­text of Bright Young ­culture—­will find the milieu that Taylor describes familiar. Waugh shifted between participant and observer of the Bright Young parties, and had a keen eye for the minutiae of ­upper-­class ­society—­the ­generation-­specific neologisms, the absurdly posh names. Not only was this cultural hothouse the ­mise ­en ­scène for writers such as Waugh and gadabout journalist Tom Driberg, but, as Taylor writes, the Bright Young circle also midwifed the careers of “half a dozen leading figures in ballet, photography, and surrealist painting.”

In many respects, Taylor writes, the Bright Young People were “a symptom of the continuing reaction against the stuffiness of prewar social arrangements.” The children of the Brit­ish bourgeoisie, having just watched a generation of young men slaughtered at the Somme, rapidly took to indulging in drug- and alcohol-fueled parties, which had the ­side ­effect of blurring traditional class boundaries. The “doomed youth,” too young to have fought in the Great War but unconscious beneficiaries of the melancholic poetry and literature it produced, banded together in bacchanalian revelry. “England,” Taylor writes, “was turning more democratic.”

It was an age when parties had names and themes, at which the assembled mugged for the cameras and drowned themselves in drink. Widely publicized events such as the White Party are clear predecessors of Truman Capote’s 1966 Black and White Ball, while the infamous Bruno Hat exhibition, a collection of Modernist paintings by a fictitious artist, doubtless influenced Scottish novelist William Boyd’s “discovery” of the “artist” Nat Tate in a 1998 biography, later revealed as a hoax. It was a Bright Young ­hobby—­the hopelessly pretentious puncturing of ­pretension.

But the story is also deeply tragic, as evidenced by the fate of party fixture Elizabeth Ponsonby, the socialite daughter of Labor Party member of Parliament Arthur Ponsonby. Using hitherto unpublished family diaries, Taylor provides a running narrative of the young woman’s aimlessness and ulti­mately fatal decline into substance abuse. Her father sighed that she possessed “all the crudest faults of the modern girl,” and lamented that his daughter’s “preference for disrep­utable people is . . . incorrigible.” She was dead from ­alcoholism before she reached 40.

The political and economic crises of the 1930s pushed some ­party­goers toward more serious pursuits. The writer Beverley Nichols, a circuit regular in the 1920s, declared that he “could not go on much longer, drinking cock­tails and talking nonsense while the clouds were gathering over Europe,” and became a pacifist. Diana Mitford adored the pageantry of the 1920s party culture, but soon cuckolded her husband and embraced the political pageantry of fascism. Betrayed by his first wife, Evelyn Waugh escaped the scene that had provided him fame, converted to Catholicism, and ­remarried.

It is difficult to divine just what the collapse of the movement presaged. A rather uninteresting answer is that the participants’ inexorable slide toward adulthood was as much responsible for the end of Bright Young culture as anything. And as Taylor notes, media scrutiny made bohemian culture seem labored and inauthentic, the movement transmogrified “from an original style to a ­mass-­market imitation of it,” and the label Bright Young Person came to apply to “all the young in Britain who did anything unusual at all.” Nevertheless, the alternative youth culture of the Bright Young Things defined an epoch in ­England—­while helping to redefine the British class ­system.

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Michael C. Moynihan is a senior editor of Reason magazine.

Reviewed: Bright Young People: The Lost Generation of London's Jazz Age by D.J. Taylor, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 384 pp, 2010.

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