Posting here as well as on the Tyler thread, a review of the
Secret Race in the London Review of Books. It is an exceedingly good if long read. I like the thoughts on what a confession may sound like :
"... the person he increasingly reminds me of is Malcolm Tucker, the foul-mouthed spin doctor in
The Thick of It, who may or may not bear a passing resemblance to Alastair Campbell. For Tucker the only line of defence is attack, because whatever you do, you can be sure the other farkers are doing more. When he is finally cornered at the end of the last series, trapped in a lie before a lightly fictionalised version of the Leveson Inquiry, Tucker’s mea culpa comes out as just another diatribe against his enemies. This is not about me – it’s about you. Whatever I am is because of the world you created. In that world, I was the only honest one: I played the game, and spun the facts, and twisted the truth, because I know what it takes to win; you just turned your noses up at me and let me get away with it. I censure you. That’s what I imagine an Armstrong confession will be like."