The Great Victorian Novel … And I have really given George Elliot and Jane Austin a fair crack but I just am at two with them. I see the point of Austin - the irony and all that but still, the characters … I know they’re made up but they still hack me off.
Speaking up for the non-fictionistas, a book about the Frenchman of greatest renown in the world, Napoleon Bonaparte 'Memoirs of Napoleon Bonaparte’ by Louis Antoine Fauvelet de Bourrienne is fascinating.
De Bourrienne went to school with Bonaparte, where they were friends, they bummed about in Paris together after Military Academy, sharing digs. De Bourrienne became his secretary …
'He went with his General to Egypt, and returned with him to France. While Napoleon was making his formal entry into the Tuileries, Bourrienne was preparing the cabinet he was still to share with the Consul. In this cabinet—our cabinet, as he is careful to call it—he worked with the First Consul till 1802. During all this time the pair lead lived on terms of equality and friendship creditable to both. The secretary neither asked for nor received any salary: when he required money, he simply dipped into the cash-box of the First Consul.’
A fascinating close-up, intimate account of the man whose influence on Europe still reverberates today, including, in my view, Brexit.
I coming into the closing years of the life of Benjamin Disraeli. There are shades of the young Disraeli that put one in mind of Bojo - bumptious, egotistical, madly inconsistent, liable to diverge from the ‘actualite’.
What a schemer! With the skill of a snake charmer be brought down the Whig government over the Reform Bill whilst leading the minority party. How did he do that? I’m sure Bojo sees himself as the Disraeli of our times. Unfortunately he is devoid of the great humanity which Disraeli had, in addition to his immense parliamentary abilities.
And, possibly a less attractive aspect of Disraeli that Bojo approves of, Disraeli had no time for democracy.