Seeing as I like to write about politics, but George pretty much has British ones covered over here, it’s time to let my inner patriot out and talk about France. Kind of. Because, as some may be aware, we have this pretty important presidential election coming up in a few weeks’ time, and three days ago, for the very first time ever, every single one of the 11 candidates took part in a televised debate. And that’s pretty significant.
Or why Nick Clegg is attempting a political resurrection and seemingly succeeding.
Living in this country, one would sometimes think that the European Union stopped all the clocks on the the 20th February, and has since lied still in a political limbo while Britain decides its fate.
The debates that arose these last few months about the possible publishing of Mein Kampf during the course of the year following its entry in the public domain were always going to be deeply divisive. Adolf Hitler’s foul manifesto is, after all, an unequivocally vile collection of self-righteous bigotry and hateful drivel the likes of which have rarely been equalled since, if ever.
But it is not the book that we should be worrying about. Because it is, frankly, terribly written. Because no one doubts for a second that it is racist. Because it was the symbol of a political movement that utterly failed in its mission and is now reviled by most of the world. Because no matter how infamous it is, no matter how big a mark it has left on an era, we quite simply do not respect it as a literary work.