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Robin Cook was one of those British Parliamentarians more truly interested more in Parliament than policy as such (Enoch Powell was another). Such people skate efortlessly over the arcane rituals and rules of Westminster, seem to be politicians of principle too, usually, yet ultimately achieve little and leave less behind them. Cook, like many another superficially cerebral Scottish politico (cf David Steel) came to Parliament from a background in University achievement and solid political base-building. Eventually he became Foreign Secretary, but made the mistake of criticizing Israel, after which his relationship with his secretary (later, wife) Gaynor, suddenly came to public view, leaving an angry first wife floundering noisily in the wake of the affaire. The book is a reasonably good read and does have some startling and disturbing insights, or, rather, anecdotes, into the Blair type of administration. Particularly dark is the way people such as a journalistic careerist, Alastair Campbell, exercized direct power over ministers, sometimes mouthdroppingly so, as when Campbell takes Cook's briefcase and tells him, damn nears ORDERS him, to go do something! There was a time when it was something to be a British Cabinet Minister... Cook, like Alan Clark before him, seems to covet his M.P. and ministerial rank and is willing to rather kowtow to the Prime Minister to retain both. A weak Foreign Secretary, he found a better role as Leader of the House. Worth reading.
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