Frequent Reason contributor Brendan O’Neill is not a fan of Tony Blair’s new memoir:
Never mind his claim about seeing the queen washing dishes after a barbecue at Balmoral. Forget his description of John Prescott’s affair as a ‘silly sex scandal’. Put to the back of your mind his ‘drink problem’. (Half a bottle of wine a night? Quick, someone call AA!) No, the really shocking thing about Tony Blair’s memoirs is that they exist at all, that all this personal crap, all his griping, grimacing and schoolgirl-style hatred of certain Labour colleagues, has been vomited into the public arena at precisely a time when Labour is trying to select a new leader. Such a teenage elevation of the needs of the self above the needs of one’s party speaks volumes about the end of politics and its replacement by the tyranny of therapy.
Read the whole thing here.