BY STEWART SLATER They have come for Roald Dahl. They have come for James Bond. They have not, yet, come for Sir Harry Paget Flashman, V.C. Which is a surprise. For, it is hard to imagine a figure less in tune with our times. A Poster-boy for Victorian Imperialism at a time when colonialism has become a synonym for evil. Holder of unenlightened views on … Continue reading Cry God for Harry (Flashman)
BY STEWART SLATER I have known Bernie Gunther for about 15 years and, although our contact has been sporadic, I know him well. I know about his job, and his troubles with colleagues and superiors. I know many of the women who have entered his life, and I know they have all left it again. I know about his travels. I know whom he hates. … Continue reading A Particular Type of Sadness
BY STEWART SLATER “When all is said, we are ruled by the amateurs and the second rate. The methods of our departments would bring any private firm to bankruptcy. The methods of Parliament – pardon me – would disgrace any board of directors.” A sentiment with which, I am sure, we can all agree. For the feeling stalks the land that we are poorly governed … Continue reading The Pinch Point
