Stuart Austin

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Tag: Memoir

And these two were running the country?

There is an amazing revelation from Tony Blair’s autobiography, A Journey: My Political Life – US link/UK link, in today’s Daily Telegraph:

The former prime minister’s memoir discloses that a “maddening” Mr Brown effectively blackmailed him while he was in No 10. He suspects the then chancellor of orchestrating the investigation into the cash-for-honours scandal. The pressure on Mr Blair to step aside became so great that he admits he may have become reliant on alcohol as he faced coup attempts from Mr Brown’s supporters. He discloses that he began drinking every day and needed the “support” that alcohol provided.

It is amazing that this horrific individual, Gordon Brown, became our Prime Minister for the next three years until being unceremoniously booted out by the public in the last election. A little more democracy would go a long way sometimes.

Out of America by Keith Richburg

I am reading Out Of America – US link/UK link at the moment. I first heard of this book when it was first released back in the nineties but was unable to buy it as I was living in Central Africa. Then I forgot about it and just remembered it a few weeks ago. What a great and brave book it is.

In Out Of America – US link/UK link, Keith Richburg takes the reader on his extraordinary journey that sweeps from Somalia to Rwanda to Zaire (now now as Congo) and finally to South Africa. He shows how he came to terms with the divide within himself: between his African racial heritage and his American cultural identity. Richburg was an experienced and respected reporter who had paid his dues covering urban neighborhoods in Washington D.C., and won praise for his coverage of South-east Asia. But nothing prepared him for the personal odyssey that he would embark upon when he was assigned to cover Africa. In the book he shows how he came to terms with the divide within himself: between his African racial heritage and his American cultural identity. Are these really my people? Am I truly an African-American? The answer, Richburg finds, after much soul-searching, is that no, he is not an African, but an American first and foremost. To those who romanticize Mother Africa as a black Valhalla, where blacks can walk with dignity and pride, he regrets that this is not the reality. He has been there and witnessed the killings, the repression, the false promises, and the horror. He concludes following his horrific experiences:

Thank God my nameless ancestor, brought across the ocean in chains and leg irons, made it out alive, he concludes. Thank God I am an American.

The conclusion is even more moving because of Richburg’s experiences of American University education during the Seventies – the height of the ”Black Studies” experiment. And especially so given the rise of Obama who came up through that, almost, separatist ethos.

Tim Butcher on Henry Morton Stanley

I really enjoy Tim Butcher’s books and now he has written a great piece in the Telegraph about Henry Morton Stanley. Stanley has always been a hero of mine – I even named my son after him! I love his derring do, his courage, his sheer bloody-mindedness, his self re-invention, and especially the fact that he is slowly being airbrushed out of history. Tim has written a great piece trying to reverse this historical deletion process. It is full of great writing :

What to make of Henry Morton Stanley? In short, was he a hero or a brute? He might have stood a little over 5ft tall and had a tiny head (when I tried on his explorer’s hat at the Royal Geographical Society it perched on the back of my cranium like a kippa), but in the context of modern African history and, indeed, the entire European colonial project, Stanley was a colossus.

The whole thing is well worth a read and I congratulate Tim on the piece.

How to declutter your life

I have nicked the concept (and most of the material) for this post from Penelope Trunk’s 2007 piece, which can be found here. However if you prefer my, only slightly crapper version, read on:

  • 1. Take a risk to loosen your grip on your stuff.
    Sell something valuable and personal to you on eBay and then notice that after a really short period of time how little you miss it.
  • 2. Store stuff to see if you miss it. When we moved house last year I threw out all but the most important stuff I owned. Most of that then got shoved in the garage while I looked for a place to put it around the house. Most of it is still there and not in the least missed. The great behavioral social psychologist Daniel Gilbert says that we think some changes will be terrible – like losing a limb – but in fact we are great at adapting to circumstances that don’t change. This is true of putting stuff in storage. You quickly learn to live without it.
  • 3. Understand the idea of aspirational clutter. So much of what we hold on to is what we wish we were using — objects that point to a life we aspire to but do not have. All those books we bought a year ago and haven’t read, for example. We don’t want to admit that we’re not making time to read, so we save them. For years often. One day I will read Karl Popper’s ”Open Society” but that day will not be soon. The treadmill is another object that is loaded for me because if I throw it out I’m admitting to myself that I’m never going to use it. Keeping it, even unused, maintains my dream of getting into shape. But do you know something amazing? There are parks all around me and I could even run in them if I really wanted to.
  • 4. Know this: You could dump everything you own if you had to.
    You really could. And you would be the same person afterwards.
  • 5. Throwing stuff out is absolutely not wasteful. At college you started with just about nothing. You think that throwing everything out is so costly and such a waste of money. But believe me it will teach you how little you need most of the stuff you have. This realization will make you buy much less going forward. Then you will have much less to lose from future life changes. If you have a very low-cost lifestyle and very few physical things that you treasure, you cannot really imagine a rug being pulled out from under you because you don’t own that great a rug anyway. People think that what’s holding them back from taking risk is some big financial idea of stability and well being, but it’s really fear of losing your comfortable material life, whatever that is. If your life is so spare that you can easily replace it then there is little to hold you back from the next stage of your life

Get rid of your stuff and watch the opportunities multiply and your life improve. Believe me it will happen.

Tony Blair

I have always liked Tony Blair. His key skill is probably his likeability. I am about half way through Anthony Seldon’s Blair – US link/UK link and am enjoying it greatly. It is not a conventional biography. It’s certainly not a womb-to-tomb chronological record, nor is it one of those ubiquitous hagiographies written by a friendly journalist or party hack. Rather it is a critical and analytical study of modern political communication, although Seldon himself seems scarcely aware of this. Seldon presents us with 700 pages of text organized into 40 chapters. They deal with the twenty episodes and 20 people who are important in Blair’s life. Within a very few pages I was completely absorbed in an extraordinarily dense but very clear poltical narrative fleshed out with incisive analysis. Through the pages we watch a bright boy acquire an Oxford education, become a barrister, marry another barrister and, comparatively late in life, become interested in politics. We are introduced to such influentials in Blair’s life as Neil Kinnock, Philip Gould, Peter Mandelson, Derry Irvine, Roy Jenkins and Alastair Campbell; we are treated to impressively detailed accounts of their interaction with Blair, the political system and with each other. In the episode chapters we are treated to an even greater density of detail as we get the inside stories of such issues as Clause IV, the death of Diana, the Euro decision and Kosovo. In all cases we get detached, detailed and balanced accounts of the roles of the political actors and their interaction with the institutions of British democracy. The structure mostly works well, except for one major misjudgment. As you read the early chapters you slowly become aware that the key figure in Blair’s political life is Gordon Brown. His economic acumen sustains Blair but his jealousy and rivalry both undermines and constrains the prime minister. The portrait of Brown, however, is banished to the last chapter. About one-third of the way through the text I realized I had to know much more about him than had been revealed, so I turned to Chapter 40 and read the Brown profile. Much of the narrative then fell into place or took on new meaning. In the next edition Brown must be relocated to around about Chapter 10.

Now Tony Blair sure footedness seems to have eluded him. The recent furor over his donation of the profits from his upcoming autobiography to the Royal British Legion has been criticized and now his remarks of the role of tourism is peace promotion as related to Conde Nast:

“If you stand on Mount Nebo — on the Jordan River, where Moses is said to have looked out over the Promised Land — you can see right across the Jordan Valley, across the Palestinian territory. Around dusk, you see the lights of Jerusalem in the distance. There is a small bit of land, but it’s extraordinarily rich in history. There are probably more sites of antiquity here than in any other part of the world, and many of them are completely undeveloped. “The single thing that most people say to me when they come to Palestine is that they’re surprised to find it so safe. If they haven’t been before, they think they’re entering a conflict zone, and of course they’re not. There is a dispute going on in Gaza, but you can travel around the West Bank without any difficulty at all. I have no hesitation going anywhere.”

And now for Blair’s food recommendations?

“Olives from Nablus, Salfit or Jeninn and grapes from Hebron.”

Sorry Tony I really don’t think this strategy is going to work…

Neurosurgery

Hospital Sunday

I arrived and checked in at 1400 as requested but was told that the only reason for checking in on a Sunday was to guarantee a bed. It also seems a little unnecessary, as the operation is not until Monday afternoon. The doctor wanted to see my MRI scans and thought I would have them with me. It seems there is no effective central database for these sort of things so they like the patients to bring them with them. It would be nice of the hospital that did the scans were aware of this.

Hospital Monday

They woke me up at six to shower and dress in ridiculous clothes. So by 0615 I am lying on my bed in a faded backless gown, white really tight stockings and baggy net knickers. Quite a picture! It all seems a bit unnecessary for keyhole surgery in through my neck. If I shit myself in fear (always a possibility) these pants won’t hold much in. The doctor turned up at 0930 to explain that I will be taken up to the operating theatre at 1300 and should be back in my ward bed at 1800. Then he went through a long and scary list of things that could go wrong and I had to sign a form full of Latin phrases that are beyond anyone without a medical degree. Now I wait for the anaesthetist to terrify me further…

Later the same day:

I went up to the operating theatre with a nice Scottish anaesthetist who bore a striking resemblance to David Essex the seventies housewife’s favourite. From then on my next memory was coming out of the general anaesthetic in the recovery room wrestling with a nurse who looked just like Ilona, Ian Smith’s girlfriend. I think I was off my head on drugs and trying to escape. I came back to my senses – a bit – and apologised hugely and was wheeled back to my ward where the beautiful Marta, Stanley, and Frances were waiting for me. I was still pretty high by then but really happy to be alive. I had really convinced myself that I was going to die on the slab!

Hospital Tuesday

I woke up feeling excellent though felt a bit worse as the day wore on and the drugs wore off. My right arm had been hurting me for the last six years bow it is pain free. My legs are working much better than before with the L’hermitte’s and clonus pretty much gone. The wound site is sore and my left arm is very painful but the Tramadol they gave me is helping with that.

The operation seems to have been a great success – already I feel better than last week and as I heal up that will improve some more. The neurosurgery team lead by Nigel Mendoza were great with Patrick explaining things to me really well and the nursing team on Ward 7 West were really kind and helpful. Weirdly, the food in Charing Cross was really good – good enough for my daughter to steal some!

Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia by Elizabeth Gilbert

Are you the kind of woman who likes to have gossip with the girlies? Did you love Sex in The City I and II? Are you a “spiritual” person? Do you really believe that Price Charming will soon arrive? If the answer to any of these is yes then you will LOVE Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia – US link/UK link. According to The New Yorker’s review:

At the age of thirty-one, Gilbert moved with her husband to the suburbs of New York and began trying to get pregnant, only to realize that she wanted neither a child nor a husband. Three years later, after a protracted divorce, she embarked on a yearlong trip of recovery, with three main stops: Rome, for pleasure (mostly gustatory, with a special emphasis on gelato); an ashram outside of Mumbai, for spiritual searching; and Bali, for “balancing.” These destinations are all on the beaten track, but Gilbert’s exuberance and her self-deprecating humor enliven the proceedings: recalling the first time she attempted to speak directly to God, she says, “It was all I could do to stop myself from saying, ‘I’ve always been a big fan of your work.’”

Don’t believe a word of it this book is utter tripe. I don’t know why I bought his book but it is a miracle that I finished it. How this book became so successful is far beyond my understanding presumably it is through PR and hype because it is boring nonsense by an author whose perceptions of life barely move beyond the superficial. The whole journey seems to be a sham. The author, according to reports, reportedly got a $200,000 advance from her publishers before she even left the country to throw away Western values and go on this spiritual pilgrimage. Regardless of that Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia – US link/UK link is too long and too self-indulgent. I think the spiritual journey was a very commercial and comfortable one indeed! Rubbish so please avoid it. If you do like the sound of wait for the inevitable Julia Roberts movie.

The Third Man by Peter Mandelson

Anyone with any interest in politics has to buy The Third Man: Life at the Heart of New Labour – US link /UK link the hotly anticipated memoir of one of New Labour’s three founding architects. It is as interesting as one would imagine given Mandelson’s role as the New Labour project’s eminence grise. Peter Mandelson is one of the most influential politicians of modern times. This is his story – the story of a life played out in the back room and then on the front-line of the Labour Party during its unprecedented three terms in government. As you would expect and as I actually hoped much of the book is devoted to the two defining political relationships of Peter Mandelson’s life – with Tony Blair and Gordon Brown. He charts what he terms the ‘soap-opera’ years of the Labour government as a result his book is certain to ruffle many feathers especially given Mandelson’s somewhat chequered history. He was forced to resign from Cabinet twice in three years, and has cut a divisive figure through British politics but his time as Secretary of State for Northern Ireland gained him many supporters. He was a highly regarded European Commissioner before being brought back into British politics by Gordon Brown in 2008 to serve as Secretary of State for Business, Innovation and Skills, and as First Secretary and Brown’s de facto campaign manager. A campaign that was lost but one that would have been lost even more heavily without Mandelson.

The Third Man – US link /UK link contains a mixture of autobiography, personal reflection and political history, and draws heavily on detailed diary notes that Peter Mandelson took during the events, discussions and meetings that shaped the government and the Labour Party over 25 years. He began writing the book while serving as European Commissioner, and has been completing it since leaving office in May following the defeat of the Brown Government. The books blurb has the following line:

“Much has been written about Peter Mandelson as the person at the heart of the New Labour project but this is the first time that we have heard the unvarnished truth from the man himself.”

And if you believe that then you are, to use a phrase pioneered by my beautiful wife: “You are like a mad!”. The book does make an interesting read when partnered with 1998’s The Blair Revolution – US link/UK link as a sort of before and after gedanken experiment. After a brief introduction, in which Mandelson blames most of his troubles on his loyalty to Brown and Blair, or to bizarre coincidences none of which are in anyway his fault. He then lists the familiar claims of New Labour’s achievements. Some of the most interesting chapters are the background pages on his early years as a member of a very privileged left-wing family in North London. But the book takes off with his early initiation into politics and the start of his controversial career as a highly successful back room `fixer’. Right from the start, it is clear that Mandelson is out to stake his claim of parity with Brown and Blair in creating New Labour, defining its policies, and steering it to election victories. He emphasizes that that he `discovered’ the duo and was the first to recognize their talents and potential for high office. The three of them became `brothers’. This didn’t last long after New Labour gained power and we now know about the fierce and corrosive war that was waged between Blair and Brown, with Mandelson often in the latter’s sights for his perceived `betrayal’ in supporting Blair. This is discussed fully, but most of the details have already appeared in Andrew Rawnsley’s recent book The End of the Party – US link/ UK link and sometimes Mandelson’s prose drags rather. All in all though The Third Man – US link /UK link is a great read and, if read between the lines, very informative.

The Risk Takers by Jeffrey Robinson

I bought The Risk Takers – US link/UK link from my local charity book store. It was published in 1985 and is a series of portraits based in over a hundred interviews about and with Britain’s ”entrepreneurial super stars”, and The Risk Takers – US link/UK link is a witty insight into the high flying ways of eighties international business. It is very upbeat and sympathetic – which is quite hilarious with the benefit of hindsight as several of these guys later ended up in prison for fraud.

The list of entrepreneurs is as follows:

  • Robert Maxwell – dead fraudster
  • Terence Conran – unblemished
  • Clive Sinclair – no longer successful and largely forgotten
  • Asil Nadir – fugitive fraudster currently negotiating bail conditions
  • Tiny Rowland – dead and largely forgotten
  • Robert Sangster – dead and largely forgotten
  • The Roux Brothers – still going strong
  • Richard Branson – still going strong
  • Gerald Ronson – ex-stock fraud convict
  • Ian Posgate- acquitted after a seven year trial of conspiracy to steal $60 million
  • James Hanson/Gordon White – dead and largely forgotten
  • Paul Raymond – dead and largely forgotten
  • Jacob Rothschild – in the Sunday Times Rich List 2009 ranking of the wealthiest people in the UK he was placed 145th with an estimated fortune of £360million.
  • David Thieme – sentenced to four years in prison for fraud.
  • Ashraf Marwan – outed as an Israeli/Egyptian double agent he was chucked out of a five story window in 2007. Marwan died on impact.

Buy The Risk Takers – US link/UK link and revel in the schadenfreude!

The Places In Between by Rory Stewart

I really loved this book. I think it and Jason Elliott’s are the best two on Afghanistan. Rory Stewart is now a Conservative MP for Penrith. I went to listen to him speak at the open selection hustings for Bracknell constituency. He was good, and I voted for him but he wasn’t selected. Previously he has written for the New York Times Magazine and the London Review of Books. Prior to that he was a fellow at Harvard’s John F. Kennedy School of Government. Before that he had been a soldier and diplomat. He has had an interesting career trajectory to say the least! The Places In Between – US link/ UK link is his story of a journey. In January 2002, having just spent 16 months walking across Iran, Pakistan, India, and Nepal, Stewart began a walk across Afghanistan from Herat to Kabul. Although the Taliban had been ousted several weeks earlier, Stewart was launching a journey through a devastated, unsettled, and unsafe landscape. The recounting of that journey makes for an engrossing, surprising, and often deeply moving portrait of the land and the peoples who inhabit it. Stewart relates his encounters with ordinary villagers, security officials, students, displaced Taliban officials, foreign-aid workers, and rural strongmen, and his descriptions of the views and attitudes of those he lived with are presented in frank, unvarnished terms. Nation building in Afghanistan remains a work in progress, and The Places In Between – US link/ UK link should help those who wish to understand the complexities of that task.

One shortcoming of the book is the lack of personal context. We never really find out why Stewart decided to walk across Afghanistan only a few months after the Taliban were deposed, but what emerges from the last leg of his two-year journey across Asia is a lesson in good travel writing. By turns harrowing and meditative, Stewart’s trek through Afghanistan in the footsteps of the 15th-century emperor Babur (after whom he named his guard dog) is edifying at every step, grounded by his knowledge of local history, politics and dialects. His prose is lean and unsentimental: whether pushing through chest-high snow in the mountains of Hazarajat or through villages still under de facto Taliban control, his descriptions offer a cool assessment of a landscape and a people eviscerated by war, forgotten by time and isolated by geography. The writing is so good that you hardly notice that Stewart shares so little emotional background. His identity is discerned only by inference. Sometimes we get the sense he cares more for preserving history than for the people who live in it though that may do him a disservice. Though a recent mini-gaffe by him may prove the point as he recounts in a piece in The Telegraph:

In my fourth week (at Parliament), a friendly journalist spent a morning with me and I woke up on Sunday to six-inch tabloid headlines, accusing me of calling my constituents “primitives”. While I was trying to explain that I hadn’t, the same story was being sent to every newsdesk by the Press Association, so that by Monday I was in seven national newspapers and a dozen blogs, and trying to defend myself on two TV stations and three radio programmes. I had been running along on a sunny afternoon, smiling, smack into a glass wall. I was attacked for my attitude to my constituents, the one group with whom I felt I had developed a meaningful and, I hoped, lasting relationship, and found some purpose since my election.

Read the whole piece to understand the guy a little more then read The Places In Between – US link/ UK link and enjoy!