Martin Amis on Tony Blair

Then it was upstairs to the White Room for a podcast with Bob Geldof on Africa – Africa, a quarter-century compulsion of Bob’s and a solid 10-year enthusiasm of Tony’s. Then it was downstairs to the long table and a multinational convocation of bishops. Power has been described as a drug, an aphrodisiac, a “filthy venom” (in the words of Maxim Gorky); it is also, for much of the time, carcinogenically boring. Like all politicians, Tony has seven or eight kinds of smile. Smiles two and three would do for the bishops. When he is making the rounds of a crowded room, his smile, towards the end, is a rictus, and his eyes are as hard as jewels.

All the boredom is what the world doesn’t see – the hidden, humble toil of dosing and humouring, of giving face and jollying along. It is this that keeps politics halfway honest, and impedes the process that Bob Geldof alluded to, up in the White Room: “It’s a bit naff, isn’t it? What happened? The politicisation of celebrity or the celebritisation of politics?” And the question arose: what will Tony be when he quits? An ex-politician?

“No,” he said. “I’ll be a former celebrity.”

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