This was supposed to be a year-end book roundup, but I had a difficult end of year. So for the present I’ll pretend this is the 53rd or 54th week of 2023 (a nasty year altogether).
When my husband died a few weeks ago, I found a number of “overdue” library books in all manner of places. I stacked them by the door. That’s pretty much how we did things here. He’d take out a lot of books and then, when he saw me making an exit, he’d go, “Oh, if you’re going out, could you take those back to the library?” He’d say that even if I was just going out to the trash bay. Some months back The New York Public Library (NYPL) stopped charging fines when you didn’t return a book on time. Thus, “overdue” became a mere figure of speech. I don’t think this has worked out well for the NYPL. They recently stopped Sunday operations because they were running out of money.
Like newspapers when you’re painting the walls, books on the floor acquire a special appeal they lack on the shelf. I found that two of the big ones here were immensely readable. Slouching Towards Utopia,[1] a great thwacking doorstop of an economic history — 180,000 words, supposedly, plus index and apparatus — can be opened at any random page and found lucid and enjoyable. It’s very much a big-think book, as author Brad DeLong wants to sell us his Grand Unifying Theory. However, this Cal Berkeley professor has been writing this theory and its related components for about 30 years now (and blogging it for most of that time, first on his own website, then on Typepad, now on Substack), so he’s capable of being both engaging and abstruse at the same time.
I haven’t exactly read this book. I have dipped into it, and I have read about it, mainly through book reviews that are mostly similar (no doubt because they’re recapitulating the flyleaf blurb and the publisher’s press release). But I’ve seen enough of it to form an opinion, and that is that DeLong’s Great Unifying Theory is fun but ramshackle. Sort of like Toynbee. He believes we recently ended a very long era of economic growth, and we are not yet acclimated to the new crises that face us. As related by a reviewer in The Atlantic at the time of publication 16 months ago:
[DeLong] decided that the era that had begun in 1870 ended in 2010, shortly after productivity growth and GDP growth had collapsed, as inequality was strangling economic vibrancy around the world and revanchist political populism was on the rise.
“Inequality [is] strangling economic vibrancy.” “Revanchist political populism.” You see where this is going. DeLong is a progressive, an economic liberal, the sort of person who derides motives of an idealistic, transcendent, nationalistic nature. Our best interests cannot possibly involve cultural and racial preservation, or morality: We must bow down instead to peace and productivity, to materialistic growth and gain.
We’re used to such tendentious arguments from quasi-libertarian outfits such as the American Enterprise Institute and Cato, and from public-policy anarcho-libertarians such as Jeffrey Tucker. As a philosophy it’s just the sterile butt-end of the Whig School of History. The best that can be said for it is that it has proven itself unworkable and, as DeLong admits, has collapsed. And it’s collapsed because of its inherent contradictions. “Revanchist political populism” is in the ascendant because, in the end, people and nations will do what they have to, in order to survive.
Another overdue book I must take back to the library is Winston Churchill: His Times, His Crimes, by Tariq Ali.[2] Tariq Ali has one job in this world, and that is to be furious and contrarian. Winston Churchill is a perfect target. My husband used to love to watch Tariq’s many YouTube videos, simply for their entertainment value. The one I just linked pertains to this biography — one might cheerfully say “hatchet job” — of Churchill.
Tariq’s Leftist twitch is often annoying — it all seems to derive from being an aggrieved Asiatic in Britain who thinks he’s underappreciated as an intellectual because he’s an ancient Paki — but it works very well in this instance. He throws everything he can think of at old Winnie: how Churchill crushed the Jewish revolutionaries in Sidney Street in 1910; how he sent armed cavalry against the Welsh coal miners in Tonypandy in 1911; and of course, the stories about the Black and Tans in early-1920s Ireland, and the suppression of the General Strike in 1926; as well as minor sidelights such as his mockery of the Bengal Famine in 1943 (“Then why isn’t Gandhi dead?”). So on, so forth. I wonder whether the author considered that many readers who didn’t like Churchill before, will now begin to have warm and fuzzy thoughts about him.
Tariq delights in Churchill quotations that might be called “racist,” and adorns the back cover with them, e.g.:
I do not admit, for instance, that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, a more worldly-wise race to put it that way, has come in and taken their place.
Not bad, eh? We even get the 1964 Gerald Scarfe caricature of WAC on his last day in the House, shown above. (Drawn for The Times, which wouldn’t run it, thus given to Richard Ingrams at Private Eye, who did.)
Only rarely does the author bore us with rote Marxian nonsense such as fascism being an end-of-life stage of capitalism. That formulation puts me in mind of Scott Fitzgerald’s musing, “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function” (From “The Crack-Up,” Esquire, 1936). I suppose Tariq Ali passes that test. But, really, must he?
Traitor King,[3] about the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, is not as scurrilous and scandalous as it might have been. That would have required Andrew Lownie to surpass Andrew Morton’s 17 Carnations (2015), a book which took its name from one of the many smears against the Duchess, alleging that she had sexual relations with Joachim von Ribbentrop 17 times, after which Ribbentrop sent her 17 carnations every day.
There are many things wrong with Lownie’s Traitor King, but lack of research diligence and fluency are not among them. Andrew Lownie is a one-man book factory. He’s a successful literary agent and author and appears to do his own legwork. What he is not is a fact-checker, or discriminating judge of dubious stories. He is thus prone to errors small and large. At one point he describes a March 1941 directive from the British Embassy in Washington, that the Windsors not visit Puerto Rico, “where its president, Rafael Trujillo, is thought to have important Nazi connections.” At this time the Duke of Windsor was Governor of the Bahamas and kept under close scrutiny.
This directive seems to be typical of British diplomatic and intelligence communiqués of the time. It’s factually wrong, hilariously wrong. Trujillo was the Dominican Republic’s strongman, while Puerto Rico was a United States territory and did not have a president. But more importantly there’s the deliberate innuendo that the Windsors are sneaking off from their exile in the Bahamas to break bread with their Nazi friends. The factual basis here seems to be that Mrs. William Leahy, wife of the ambassador to Vichy, France — Admiral Leahy had recently been Governor of Puerto Rico — heard a report that the Duchess, Wallis Windsor, had visited San Juan. This story found its way to the US consul in the Bahamas, which told the State Department in Washington, which told the British legation, for whom it was just catnip.
The story of the Windsors in the Bahamas is just littered with innuendo of this sort. Earlier in that winter of 1941, Alfred P. Sloan, head of General Motors (GM), visited the Bahamas with his colleague James D. Mooney, President of the General Motors Overseas Corporation. There’s no evidence at all that this wintertime sojourn to the islands was a rendezvous with Nazi industrialists, or even a skull session with the Governor of the Bahamas. Yet, that is how diplomatic channels were eager to portray it. George Messersmith, a somewhat unhinged American diplomat who had been keeping tabs on the Duke, officially and otherwise, ever since the Abdication now filed a State Department report describing GM’s Mooney “as mad as any Nazi,” and as one who hopes to become “our Quisling or Laval” when “the United States may turn fascist.” Above all, there was constant suspicion and surveillance of Axel Wenner-Gren, the Swedish Electrolux tycoon. Wenner-Gren owned Hog Island (present-day Paradise Island) near Nassau, where he built an estate that gave employment to 15% of the black Bahamian population. Through his far-flung contacts in government and industry, Wenner-Gren had been lobbying to end the war through a negotiated peace. But for the War Party in Britain and their American sympathizers, “negotiated peace” was code for “appeasement” and “letting the Nazis keep what they’ve won.” But there’s no evidence that Wenner-Gren was ever anything more than a philanthropic tycoon, with a proud legacy and ongoing foundation.
The smears against the Windsors, Wenner-Gren, and Sloan, Mooney, and GM all have the earmarks of a coordinated black-ops campaign. I have no doubt that much of this campaign was helmed by William “Intrepid” Stephenson, who was already running his British Security Coordination spy-and-disinformation agency out of the International Building in Rockefeller Center. But there were also people such as Messersmith, who would join in the fun for free, just for the sport of it. (Messersmith had been doing similar numbers on Joseph P. Kennedy the previous year, when Kennedy was ambassador to England.)
It’s not clear whether Lownie himself is simply gullible when reproducing this dubious material. Perhaps he’s just making a sound business decision. (Did the editors of News of the World sweat and swinge over their headlines?) His treatment of the Marburg Files simply burnishes the account shown in The Crown: There were German Foreign Ministry papers, there were documents signed by Ribbentrop, there were communications relating to the Duke of Windsor in the Phony War period, and during the Windsors’ initial flight to Spain and Portugal before their Bahamian exile. But, in a word, the Marburg Files are chickenfeed. The drama surrounding them is the real story, and much of that is undoubtedly fiction. We are expected to believe that an American officer named David Silberberg, a German-born Jew, just happened to be strolling through the Harz Mountains when he came across an abandoned vehicle with German Foreign Ministry papers scattered over it. That is the story Silberberg told. And this supposedly prompted him to visit local castles, on the off-chance that there were more papers. And what do you know — there were! An “almost complete archive” of the Ministry, in fact! Quelle coincidence!
Lack of discernment does not seem to have been the problem with the most ludicrous bits Lownie throws into the book. He has long, purple, thumbsucking passages where he discusses whether or not the Duke was “gay.” Twice he quotes lurid postings from the online homosexual gossip forum Datalounge (this is in Chapter 19). Lownie doesn’t mind that it’s scurrilous; he puts it in because it’s scurrilous. And sells books, I guess.
Better and better, we also get Scotty Bowers of Full Service fame, the gas-station jockey who for 50 years was supposedly Hollywood’s favorite pimp. From his own first-hand experience, Scotty assures us that “Eddy” (the Duke) was a whiz at fellatio.
If I object too strenuously to the foregoing nonsense, I’ll look like a bluenose who can’t enjoy the joke. Yes, I get it: It’s all in fun. But here’s a bad joke I can’t enjoy: the title of the damn book. “Traitor King” is an oxymoron. Treason, at its core, is betrayal of your King, and giving aid and assistance to the King’s enemies. Whatever you may think of King Edward VIII, afterwards Duke of Windsor, he did not betray himself or give assistance to his enemies. Others may have switched sides and tergiversated, but this gentleman forever walked a straight line.
Hollywood: The Oral History[4] is a mixed bag. It follows the basic template created 40 years ago by Jean Stein’s oral bio of Edie Sedgwick. But while that worked very well for Edie, wherein the subject lived just a short while and the memories were mainly from the 1960s, here we have recollections from many more people, and they stretch through most of the twentieth century. They are taken from talks and interviews beginning in 1969 at the American Film Institute (AFI). I don’t think of 1969 as being that long ago — I mean, that was Woodstock, maaan — yet I find it somewhat astonishing to think that most of the big-name directors and stars of the Golden Era — even those of the Silent Era — were still very much alive in 1969 and even into the 1980s.
We have the unsinkable Lillian Gish (1893-1993) telling us how in the early days Hollywood was a great place for women to get ahead because there were so many opportunities. “I got to direct a film when I was twenty. With my sister Dorothy.” Well, that would have been 1913, and with D. W. Griffith standing nearby, I can’t imagine the technical challenges were particularly onerous.
The book suffers from a superfluity of empty encomiums, with far too many cinema veterans gushing at us: “Oh, that Mister Mayer, he was such a doll! MGM was such a great place to work! More stars than there were in Heaven!” I much prefer the sourpusses, such as the director John Cromwell (father of actor James) who has a great story about Darryl F. Zanuck taking no prisoners:
In talking about a story point in conference one day, he [Zanuck] talked about a millstone when he meant milestone. The writer, new to the studio, used the correct word later rather emphatically. After the writer left, Darryl turned to the producer, and said, “Where did that guy come from?” Upon receiving the answer, he said, “Fire him.”
Cromwell was not a member of the L. B. Mayer fan club:
I met Mr. Mayer, of course and found him to be the type of man I could not admire. To me he was domineering, ruthless and humorless . . .
This is immediately followed by Pandro S. Berman, who must have been a real brown-noser:
Right. Oh, Louis Mayer was a great man. There’s no question about it. He was not necessarily a nice man, and a lot of people had a lot against him. But he was a great man in his job.
And now here’s Pandro Berman on RKO founder/conglomerateur Joseph P. Kennedy:
I worked for RKO for so many years . . . I remember many times when I was in contact with old man Joseph P. Kennedy during his operation of the company when he would come out here for a few months at a time or a few weeks. In fact, I once talked him into giving me a $5 raise when I couldn’t get it from anybody else in the organization . . . He was a nice man, Joseph P. Kennedy. I liked him. He had the studio filled with Bostonians . . .
What’s missing from the book, because it was missing from the AFI lectures, is input from the gearheads and wirepullers who made the train run. We know movie theaters went from silents to talkies in the space of about one year, 1928-29, but the technical details are left a mystery. When Al Jolson briefly sang in The Jazz Singer in 1927, the noise was coming from a gramophone record, synchronized and amplified (if all went well). Talkies took over not because of this clumsy novelty but because of an RCA optical-sound technology that printed a code near the edge of the film strip, which could then be read and broadcast by a new series of projector. This basic technology remained standard for the next 50 years. Mr. Kennedy bought up about 800 vaudeville-circuit houses, wired them for the new RCA/RKO sound system, and by 1929 rival studios and chains had to follow suit. How many other technical innovations do we take for granted or put down to discreet natural evolution?
The London Review of Books assigned this book to John Lahr to review. It was so difficult for him to get a handle on that Lahr spent the first 2,000 words telling about how he sold his first novel (The Autograph Hound) to Hollywood 50-odd years ago, and was glad-handed by everyone, especially by his showhorse director Sydney Pollack. He even let them change the story so it was set in Los Angeles (much cheaper) rather than New York. Then a studio head decided the movie wasn’t to get any international sales, and the project was axed. Lahr thereupon flew back to London, back to subsisting on pin money from reviews and essays. I think he’s stayed there ever since. John Lahr had been born in Los Angeles but he was not of Los Angeles. He left as a babe when his father Bert found there would be no more Cowardly Lion roles, and took the family back to New York, where Broadway always beckoned.
The prolific Sam Wasson is co-curator of these reminiscences. He wrote one of the best Hollywood histories ever, The Big Goodbye: Chinatown and the Last Years of Hollywood, which tied together the unbelievably intertwined stories of the lives, misfortunes, and drug frenzies of screenwriter Robert Towne, his wife Julie Payne (son of John), Robert Evans, Jack Nicholson, his girlfriend Anjelica Huston, and finally Roman Polanski — whose 1977 arrest for sex-play with a 13-year-old in Jack Nicholson’s Jacuzzi ultimately came about because cops came to the house later and found drugs in Anjelica’s handbag. It’s complicated. Wasson’s latest book is a biography of Francis Ford Coppola, probably my next read.
The Washington War.[5] Excellent. A not particularly fetching title for a book, and even less attractive when you find out it looks like another rehash of office politics during the Second World War. This is done in the same revisionist vein as Nigel Hamilton’s three-volume enshrinement of Franklin Delano Roosevelt a few years back. Hamilton made Churchill look like a complete ass, forever proposing to squander men and matériel on daffy, far-flung raids and invasions in the eastern Mediterranean and up through the valleys and mountains of Slovenia. Churchill, like Alan Brooke and most of the British high command, was thoroughly fearful and defeatist about making a cross-Channel landing in France. This is how traumatized the British command still was, in 1942-44, over the events of May 1940.
Author James Lacey, an instructor at the Marine Corps War College, takes Hamilton’s theme even farther, making Churchill not only a time-wasting ditherer, but a deceitful incompetent, forever agreeing to a strategy with FDR, then immediately trying to wheedle his way out of it when the plan was to be put in motion. Lacey’s account is equally devastating with regard to George Marshall, who must be the most inept and overpraised “Architect of Victory” in history. From America’s entry into the War, Marshall was all for leading an immediate crusade into Normandy, even though as Army Chief of Staff he knew he had no army to speak of, and would need at least 20 divisions to even begin to imagine a D-Day assault. Another inept, more sinister character in the cast is Henry Morgenthau, who seriously, deeply, wanted to pastoralize Germany and starve 40 million Germans to death, never mind what the knock-on effects would be for the rest of Europe. The Morgenthau Plan was not of his own making — Harry Dexter White, the Red-tinged Lithuanian Jew, was the actual author — but Morgenthau backed it, and pressed it upon a failing Roosevelt, who was often non compos mentis and later had no recollection of ever signing off on it.
Somewhere between Thanksgiving and Christmas I was tempted to search for a book I’d once had to read for a Henry Ashby Turner history course, Weimar Culture.[6] Editions abound, but there are very few copies available of the paperback version I had. This is important, because its cover design is the only one that actually shouts its title. It’s in Paul Renner’s 1927 Futura font, as Bauhaus as you can get. The font was ubiquitous in the later Weimar years, and was also popular throughout the Nazi period and for decades afterwards:
What prompted my search was some whiner on social media saying, “Nobody knows anything about Weimar Germany! Nobody teaches it!” Which is nonsense, because many of us got it up the wazoo. So on eBay I found this near-mint paperback edition, identical to the one I had in college. I eagerly addressed it, curious to know if it was as eye-glazingly dull and impenetrable as it seemed the first time around. And you know what? It was! It is!
I remember learning exactly one thing from it, back in the day: the word cartelization. It means making a monopoly, or trust, of similar businesses, so they don’t waste money and effort competing with each other. Everything else worth knowing — Bauhaus architecture, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari — you can easily pick up elsewhere. Trying to toss everything from 1919-1932 Germany into a big pot and making a meal of it is a hopeless enterprise. So the book is still dense and impenetrable, each page littered with a dozen obscure names venturing an obscure opinion. Any one of the chapters could probably be expanded into a doctoral dissertation, and indeed, that is what the book might be best considered: a bibliographic source.
Peter Gay’s original name was Peter Joachim Fröhlich, and he was a very un-Jewish-looking Jew from Berlin, born 1923. He and his parents were booked to sail on the St. Louis to Havana in 1939, but then discovered a ship that was sailing two weeks earlier, and took that instead. At college in Colorado he changed his name to Peter Jack Gay. Then he went to Columbia for graduate school. My mother had recently transferred from Penn to the School of General Studies (Columbia’s non-collegiate college), and somehow she and her brother got to know Peter, though I could never get precise details.
“Oh, we knew Peter Gay. He was over at our apartment many times,” my mother would say in her blasé way, when she saw me with a copy of Weimar Culture.
“But what did he do? What did he say?” I insisted.
“Oh, he was a guest in our house many times,” my mother would say again, in her impenetrable way.
Notes
[1] J. Bradford DeLong, Slouching Towards Utopia (New York: Basic Books, 2022).
[2] Tariq Ali, Winston Churchill: His Times, His Crimes (London & New York: Verso, 2022).
[3] Andrew Lownie, Traitor King: The Scandalous Exile of the Duke and Duchess of Windsor (London: Blink Publishing, 2021; New York: Pegasus Books, 2022). Lownie himself does a very good spoken-word version that is available on Audible. There are some slight differences in the various editions. E.g., the mix-up about Rafael Trujillo was excised from the American edition, along with other obvious errors. These corrections may well be what are meant by the “Fully updated with new research” on the British paperback edition displayed.
[4] Jeanine Basinger & Sam Wasson, Hollywood: The Oral History (New York: Harper, 2022).
[5] James Lacey, The Washington War: FDR’s Inner Circle and the Politics of Power that Won World War II (New York: Bantam, 2019).
[6] Peter Gay, Weimar Culture: The Insider as Outsider (New York: Harper Torchbooks, 1970) (this edition).
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I am very sorry for your loss.
Yeah, yeah, sorry to hear about your husband Margot! Glad you posted these books anyway.
I read Intellectuals by Johnson just to get a Paul Johnson book under my belt, it was the shortest one. Underwhelmed, tendentious, doubtful of his thesis, though it was erudite. 13.8 about the age of the universe. Pretty good. War of the roses by jones. Excellent history. Wandering scholars by Helen waddel about the medieval poets—incomparable.
Johnson wrote many, many books shorter than Intellectuals. But yeah, that man could write. There aren’t too many writers on serious topics who are as sheerly readable as he was. His history of America was the best such history I’ve read (not that I’ve read that many in toto, but I have read selections from many, and his style was the most enjoyable). Modern Times is outstanding; I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to understand the 20th century (the real, not chronological, one – the one that began after the great, idiotic white men’s mutual slaughter of WW1 wrecked the West). I found his History of the Jews more interesting than his History of Christianity, though both are typically excellent (a Jewish contributor to First Things a few years back admitted his vexation that “the best one volume history of [his people] every written” had been penned by a Christian). I also recommend The Birth of the Modern, as well as his history of art for those who never bothered to plough through Janson’s famous textbook. The man was an encyclopedia of endless erudition.
Ohhh, like I say, eerie.
INTELLECTUALS is a good book. I like to compare it with Bolton´s PSYCHOTIC LEFT.
Please accept my condolences for your loss.
I don’t like DeLong. I’ve never read anything scholarly by him, but the blog posts I’ve perused suggest an ignorant Keynesian (I repeat myself). DeLong has all the best scholarly credentials, and this “doorstop” book likely displays tremendous mastery of the ‘literature’ of economics (much of which, though, is based on bogus initial assumptions, and thus irremediably flawed). I’ve read some of his online arguments with ‘Austrians’ (followers of Mises, Hayek, Rothbard), however, and was not impressed.
He’s a sort of neoclassical neoliberal, or heavy-welfare-state capitalist. He recognizes the superiority of (free) markets, and thus rejects Marxian socialism. But he has no understanding of the justice of property non-coercively acquired, so he ends up supporting a lot of “the other side” of the socialist coin. If the first type of socialism is defined by its support for state control of the means of economic production, the second type basically ends up there, too, but via the “backdoor” of ever-increasing taxation, wealth redistribution, economic regulation, union privilege, and a constantly growing public sector (except for those aspects of the government – military, constabulary – which actually are necessary for the defense of the free economic system itself).
DeLong is also a social and cultural liberal, and a huge race-egalitarian. That said, I think I’ll eventually get his book, as works about “the Big Picture”, especially when dealing with political economy (also, Race & Civilization), are exactly what I like to read.
If you’ll excuse my effrontery, I think you ought to study some of the Austrians. WRT microeconomics, they are so clearly correct. Take it from someone who long ago slogged through a lot of Keynesian (esp. macroeconomic) drivel. I have some admittedly not very theoretically well developed disagreements wrt Austrian “macroeconomics” (if we may speak of such), mainly derived from the sub-field of ecological economics, (whose paradigm cannot be easily dismissed, even if we repudiate climate catastrophism, as I certainly do), and I reject libertarian political economy (as I suspect you do, too).
Personally, I see a need, and a vast open scholarly vista, for the theoretical integration of Austrian praxeology, ecological economic realism, and “national[ist] economics” (eg, Friedrich List). This integration should become the foundation for the economic policies of the Ethnostate (at least, those to be pursued after the several decades of wartime command & control policies likely necessary until the Ethnostate has achieved permanency).
Thanks for the recommendations. Actually did study economics in college and grad school, can’t recall much about the Austrians. You’d read about those more in, say…Forbes!
What DeLong reminded me of more than anything else was the forced optimistic globalism of Tom Friedman, with his Lexus and the Olive Tree.
Zanuck was a wise man. As Schopenhauer argued, our characters are fixed, and our actions merely reveal our characters by displaying them out in time. Anyone, other than a parent or teacher, who presumes to “correct” your pronunciation is trying to assert themselves at your expense, and should be ruthlessly squelched. If not, they will continue to do so (as per Schopenhauer’s doctrine), and you will have to live with the consequences. Nip it in the bud.
Why be a studio head if you can’t summarily deal with such annoying pricks? As someone said when conservatives were expressing outrage at Bill Clinton’s illicit activities in the White House, why else would anyone want to be president?
Darryl F. Zanuck, a Midwesterner (or Great Plains-er) of paternal Swiss ancestry, shares with Joseph P. Kennedy the badge of being a Christian (not gonna say ‘gentile’) film mogul who beat the system. Accordingly there are a lot of bad stories about them both. JPK got out of the business after a few years and a few millions—”It’s not for gentlemen,” his gentleman-buddy W. R. Hearst advised him—but Darryl stuck with it, and showed he was up to the game. Even passed it on to his son, for a little while.
Fun essay. My condolences.
Hamilton made Churchill look like a complete ass,
No, he WAS a complete ass! Execute all the German criminals
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2012/oct/26/britain-execution-nuremberg-nazi-leaders
Stalin had the decency of asking for trials.
Churchill tossed the Empire. Plainly and simply, not a hero.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Churchill,_Hitler_and_the_Unnecessary_War
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Sorry for your loss. Always enjoy your contributions.
If I would be asked which kind of books impressed me mostly in the last year, I would list three, which all were about the Chinese corruption and subvertion of the West, through espionage, hacking, propaganda, bribing and “benefits for the co-operation with the Great Eastern partner”.
Spies and Lies, by Alex Joske, an Australian Chinese with strong anti-Maoist position
Battlefield Cyber. How China and Russia are undermining our Democracy and National Security, by Michael McLaughlin and William Holstein (the book is not rightist and even anti-Trump, but still shows the dangers of cyber warfare by Russians, and much more by the Chinese, with advices how the West can correct this.
A little older is the book Hidden Hand. Exposing How the Chinese Communist Party is Reshaping the World, by Clive Hamilton and Mareike Ohlberg. Anyway I am not agree with the authors when they reduce the Chinese aggressions and imperialism to the activities of the Communist Party. The Chinese imperialism and aggressions had began maybe two or three thousand years before Mao Zedong was born.
The fourth book is not entirely dedicated to this topic, but still touches it. The New Rules of War. Victory in the Age of Durable Disorder, by Sean McFate. He correctly points at the ancient Chinese strategy of winning by deception, lies and subvertion and at the well known Chinese strategematic thinking.
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