The Need To Pretend That They Read Books
No novelist with any talent just deals with political themes, and readers who scour their books for ideological clues have the souls of secret policemen.
A Reader's Guide to Thatcherism. If you're in any doubt that Standpoint is a miserable publication desperately in need of content, Cohen's singularly pointless article makes the case for the prosecution wonderfully. What is Cohen's point? I really don't know. Clive James (a much better critic, as I'm sure even Justin would agree) appears in the same issue as a poet. James could have provided a much better appraisal of literary fiction during the Thatcher years.
What can I say about this? First that Nick's move to Standpoint consists of a sort of standing still: a conceit which ought to please him, as no doubt he wishes to think that the Left left him, rather than he them (or it). As readers of John Cole will have noticed by now, the new right in the US sees everything as political. As does Nick. He and his new allies "have the souls of secret policemen." Worse, unlike the rest of the British left, Nick has been denuded of irony: he really can't see that the rest of his piece consists of nothing but "scour[ing] books for ideological clues".
A couple of observations are in order. First, take a peek at Christopher Hitchens in the New Statesman (hat tip, as they say, to Jamie Kenny).
All these remain to be acted on, and as the situation grows more complicated Saddam Hussain will rise more clearly to the top. Make a note of the name. Iraq has been strengthened internally by the construction of a ‘strategic pipeline’ which connects the Gulf to the northern fields for the first time. She has been strengthened externally by her support for revolutionary causes and by the resources she can deploy. It may not be electrification plus Soviet power, but the combination of oil and ‘Arab socialism’ is hardly less powerful.
According to the Staggers, that accolade was published (in the Statesman) on 2 April 1976. Nick:
...I should explain to younger readers that the Left was against Ba'athist fascism in the 1980s...
Well, by the 1980s maybe. As Hitchens said, in a rare dip into the single verb sentence: "Relations with Iran are still far from cordial." Wasn't that the truth! While Oliver North and Donald Rumsfeld took sides in the Iran-Iraq war, the left, as I remember, remained consistent: it stayed against arms dealing and belligerence.
But this is a molehill compared to Nick's greater mistake.
Modern laments about the decline of deference notwithstanding, the English have always regarded their leaders as idiots or crooks, and nowhere more so than in their literature. Today's politicians do not feel the need to pretend that they read books. But in the 20th century, they had to put on a show of sophistication. When interviewers asked them to name their favourite novelist, they invariably picked Trollope -- the only great writer to respect their trade.
Off the top of my head, I could only think of one politician who named Trollope as his favourite novelist. That was John Major, who occasionally came across (with his fondness for cricket, his allusions to Orwell, his dated idioms) more like a comic immigrant who learned English from 1950s gramophone records and the Goons than as a Brixton lad and true-born Englishman. If I'm honest, the list of politicians who had favourite novelists whom I could name stretched to three. Major: see above. JFK: Ian Fleming. Margaret Thatcher: Frederick Forsythe (and that was typically disingenuous). I had a feeling that Denis Healey would have expressed a preference, and a bit of a Google found Geoffrey Wheatcroft.
When Tony Blair was asked recently to name his favourite book, he said The Lord of the Rings. Pausing only to stifle a low groan, and to recall the late Maurice Richardson reviewing Tolkien under the words "Adults of the world, unite!", I thought that this dispiriting choice was at least an improvement. As Sue Lawley's castaway, Blair had previously chosen for his desert island book Ivanhoe, the worst novel even Scott ever wrote.
Wheatcroft's piece is a joy. It demolishes Nick's "invariably" of course, but a moment's reflection would do that. His second paragraph begins (contra Nick 11 years later):
What is it with our politicians nowadays? In 1943 George Orwell complained that "the illiteracy of politicians is a special feature of our age".
Finally, I have no idea what Nick's point is. I think Jonathan Coe is wonderful, as Nick seems to. I enjoyed The Ploughman's Lunch. But there are so many names Nick doesn't even consider. What about Irvine Welsh? Can't he see that Trainspotting was angry and political? Or Zadie Smith? Or Monica Ali? Or Alan Hollinghurst? Why doesn't he mention the literati who voted Tory - like Kingsley Amis and Iris Murdoch?
Labour was not operating in a vacuum. Ordinary people may not have liked what they saw on Wall Street and in the City but the boom seemed to validate it and there were no popular protests. Nor were artists telling the government that the lesson of financial history was that speculative excess always leads to bust and that the fortunes earned by the winners would have to be paid for by ordinary taxpayers.
No, no artists at all. OK, from the 80s, but it cast a shadow: anyone who had a similar point would have suffered from the comparison.
I may get round to a discussion of Spooks and the Die Hard and Bond franchises, none of which Nick gets at all. (Because he wants them to be political, rather than entertainment. This is almost as silly as expecting Top Gear to review cars.)
In the meantime, best wishes for 2010.
