The Intro Is Out

The blessed intro on transnationalism has finally appeared on my academia.edu profile in the correct form. Many people are being put off by the title but it’s actually quite good. Of course, the COVID parts were written in May, so I’d obviously do them differently today. The larger message still stands, though.

This is a theoretical chapter, so it’s 100% in English.

Visitor

Geese are nesting, which makes them aggressive. They come to my office balcony door and tap on it with their beaks, slobbering over the glass. I like to keep the balcony door open but it’s impossible while the geese are aggressive because if they walk into the office, I will never be able to explain to the building management how that happened. We aren’t allowed to keep windows open because it’s unsafe or whatever. I use a credit card to jiggle the lock and open the balcony door illegally.

Good Biographer

As long-time readers know, every year around my birthday I indulge my love of the biography genre. This year I lucked into the greatest biographer I ever encountered.

There are two problems biographers tend to experience. The first is the desire to relate every detail they have been able to uncover, which makes even the most fascinating life sound tedious. I once reviewed here on the blog a biography of Somerset Maugham that drove me nuts with the interminable lists of every person the extremely sociable writer ever met. The author of the book pouted over the review but I stand by it. The incapacity to self-edit and organize their material haunts many biographers.

The second problem is that instead of s biography many authors create a hagiography. It’s impossible to write about your subject without falling in love with him or her at least a little. But too often biographers begin to sound like they are writing an authorized biography of Lenin in the 1974 USSR. Their subject sounds so perfect that a reader drowns in pink, sloppy goo of adoration.

Thankfully, Charles Moore, the author of the three-volume Authorized Biography of Margaret Thatcher is nothing like that. He is a genuinely talented author who can write about a minor policy dispute in 1959 in a way that makes you turn over the pages with shaking hands, desperate to find out how things turned out. He’s not overawed by his subject, elegantly taking the piss out of Thatcher whenever the situation warrants it.

Moore is extraordinarily good at organizing his information in a way that keeps you riveted to the page. And riveted I am. I’m walking into walls and forgetting to leave my parked car because I can’t unglue myself from the book.

Crucially, Moore doesn’t insert himself into the narrative. I have absolutely no idea how he feels about any of the political ideas discussed in the book. And that’s a blessing.