Over the last week I’ve read Cherie Blair’s autobiography. This follows on from my appearance on Radio 4’s Any Questions? where it came up and I defended the idea of her having written it – saying that everyone should be able to have their say, especially someone like her who has been on the receiving end of judgements from so many other people over the years without really being able to answer back.
But she’s lucky I didn’t read it before I went on air – because having read it – what a dreadful book it is! I mean it’s not dreadful in the sense that the English is awful – or that Cherie doesn’t take us through her life. But she says nothing of real interest.
It’s an I went here, went there, did that sort of autobiography with a smidgen of resigned saint attitude to the unfairnesses done to her.
She was at the heart of ten years of British Government married to the Prime Minister – and it leaves out any of the real, real tensions and pressures of that decade. Sure it covers the Iraq war and says how difficult it was for Tony – but it says nothing real. If you’ve not got much to say – then don’t write a full book! What a let down.