Further reading on Pakistan, bonuses, 1989 and Ludovic Kennedy

October 19, 2009 5:33pm

The most important thing happening in the world at the moment is the Pakistani army’s assault on Waziristan. Here is a good account by Anatole Lieven of what is at stake, and what is likely to happen. He is very cautiously optimistic about the fight against the Pakistani Taleban, but believes the Pakistani army will not take on the Afghan Taleban. My only quibble with Lieven’s piece is that his summary of Pakistani attitudes to Afghanistan is based on a single quote from an “old shopkeeper in Peshawar”. This is the kind of thing I do, but aren’t professors at King’s College meant to be a bit more rigorous?

Another really interesting read this morning was Boris Johnson’s savage attack on bankers’ bonuses. I have also been wandering around - contemplating the prospect of higher taxes for the next decade or so - and feeling vaguely outraged that the people responsible for doubling the national debt, are currently rewarding themselves with vast bonuses. Boris Johnson (Mayor of London, lest you forget), has been one of the last defenders of the City - calculating presumably that they remain a useful source of income and employment in the capital. But even Boris has had enough now. When people like the boss of Barclays threaten in this morning’s FT that they will leave London, if we deprive them of their bonuses, I hope they will now find a rush of people holding the exit door open for them.

In the next few weeks, we will be inundated with  Berlin Wall anniversary pieces. Tom Friedman has decided to  get in early - although his article fairly swiftly veers off to Afghanistan.

Finally, do please read this splendid obituary of Ludovic Kennedy, a British broadcaster - from the Daily Telegraph. It is worth reading, even if you have never heard of the man. The Telegraph pioneered the new style of obituary - not exactly “warts and all”, but which acknowledge the flaws and above all the eccentricities of the person being profiled. Kennedy sounds like a foreigner’s idea of a screwed-up upper-class Brit. Educated at Eton, where he dallied with both sexes and injured himself trying to spy on a housemaid,as she got undressed, he was emotionally crippled by his relationship with a cold and ferocious mother - so much so that, in later life, he “burst into tears every time a woman kissed him” (which must have been a bit disconcerting for the women involved.) He was an excellent broadcaster and a brave campaigner against miscarraiges of justice. But the Telegraph notes that he also wrote an early volume of memoirs, with the appalling title “One Man’s Meat”, which was condemned by reviewers for its “leaden banality” and for reading like the “memoirs of a septageneurian postmaster”. I think that’s the kind of review that you hope would be forgotten by the time you died - some sixty years later. But not in the case of poor Mr Kennedy.