Fed up with polarized politics?
Exhausted by campaign robocalls?
Confused about whether news is fake or real?
Consider a delightful respite: As serious as the news is, a few laughs can't hurt. You're in for a lot of laughs in the 1938 novel "Scoop," by the English author Evelyn Waugh, satirizing fierce competition among unethical British newspapers to build circulation through sensationalistic coverage of colonial wars in Africa.
One paper, the Daily Beast, finding itself shorthanded, mistakenly enlists as a war correspondent an innocent — William Boot — who lives with zany relatives in the countryside and contributes wispy trifles to the Beast about wildlife.
The process the Beast used to vet Boot was simple. Just one question: "Can he write?" One editor, reading aloud to another, quoted from a piece by Boot:
"Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole."
That line was good enough for them, and they dispatched Boot to Africa. And the line was so good for readers of "Scoop" that they have enshrined it in a pantheon of prissy prose. I looked up the word "plashy;" it means marshy. And fen means marsh. So … marshy marsh. And a vole is a field mouse, constantly prowling for food.