Rated by certain wise heads as the Prime Minister we ought to have had circa 2009, Alan
Johnson has won an alternative and arguably more gratifying distinction for himself as
a bestselling and prize-winning memoirist. Following This Boy and Please, Mr
Postman, he is poised to publish a third volume of life studies entitled The
Long and Winding Road, this one carrying his story into the echelons of trade
union leadership, election as a Labour MP and a number of stints as government
minister. Johnson will be discussing his life and works with me in a special event organised by Dulwich Books at 7pm on September 29, at All Saints Church
on Lovelace Road, West Dulwich.
There's a good piece in today's Financial Times by Robert Shrimley, in which Johnson is
compared with the former Sunderland South MP Chris Mullin, who has also turned
his hand to writing with distinction and who, like Johnson, manages the feat of
being a politician who is a recognisable human being. Shrimsley credits Johnson
with 'the common touch; an easy manner that belies his intelligence and his
hard upbringing.' He goes on to argue:
'At a time
when the public is increasingly alienated from the archetypal politician,
especially those who seem to have spent their entire life in political activity,
the need for able, moderate leaders with a demonstrable human touch has never
been more pressing.'
I do take
issue with the grounds of this so-called public 'alienation'; and I don't think
politicians need to beg for their characters if they didn't happen to come from
a tough and unpromising background. It's a fact, moreover, that people with the
most obvious human qualities still might struggle with those aspects of
political leadership that call for something of the devil's work. And it's quite
clear that Alan Johnson, for his own perfectly good reasons, never really
wanted to take a crack at the job of leading Labour. Still, however forlornly,
I rather wish that he had - just because the road not taken might have been one
of the several that could have steered us clear of our present wreckage.