Alan has been described as the diarist of his century. I disagree with that opinion. Surely, Alan Clark is the diarist of his millennia! I've read Boswell, Pepys, Dorothy Wordsworth, et al, and as outstanding as these were, none can hold a candle to Clark's ability to capture the moment. As for the man himself, you could not invent him if you tried!
I am often nonpluss to find copies of Alan's diaries so readily available for purchase online. I would have thought by now that the secret was out about Alan's unique and irrepeatable tome and all copies of his diaries present and future are sold out!
Perhaps at last, here is the "Great White Hope" that boxing never quite delivered. Acerbic, hurtful, hypochondriac, lecherous, lazy, shocking, nationalist, odious, philanderer, intolerable BUT equally extremely lovable, intellectual, likeable, original, fresh, interesting, affable, utterly human, devastatingly infectious and a national treasure worthy of a statue in Soho! If I have one regret, it is that Alan Clark did not live long enough to help Boris Johnson pen his diaries!
At once, Alan is utterly repellent and utterly butterly! He loved, adored and often worried about his boys James and Andrew and he was so utterly loving and devoted to Jane - but only God knows how he managed that! I secretly quite like him, adore him even and his writing I love - despite his impossible ways. I am sure my poor mother (RIP) would regret ever bringing me up for saying so. And having just admitted that, never again will I be embarrassed for fancying Diana Rigg in "On Her Majesty's Secret Service"!.
Reading his diary and knowing he was real does not detract one bit that it would be impossible to invent Alan - he's that unbelievable! Once asked by John Pilger, the Australian journalist - "I read that you were a vegetarian and you are seriously concerned about the way animals are killed. Doesn't that concern extend to the way humans, albeit foreigners are killed?" Answered Clark with characteristic frankness, "Curiously not, no." On the troubles in Northern Ireland, Clark's view was as frank as they were odious: "I concluded that the only solution is to arm the Orangemen - to the teeth - and get out." And on Christmas carol service: "I only can properly enjoy carol services if I am having an illicit affair with someone in the congregation. Why is this? Perhaps because they are essentially pagan, not Christian, celebrations." And of course, a professional cad, to date, he is the only Member of Parliament to have been accused of being drunk at the despatch box! And Alan Clark's Nazi and racist tendencies are well documented in his diaries. He referred to the courtrie of Jewish ministers in Margaret Thatcher's cabinet as "Jew Boys" not to mention Alan Clark's suggestion that immigrants ought to be sent back to "Bongo-Bongo Land"!
As one who came from Bongo-Bongo Land to "This England!"; I found Alan and his diaries irresistible, refreshing and instantly likeable, but odiously so! If that sounds ambivalent, that is because that was the nature of the man himself. However, my ambivalence does not extend to his writing because I cannot heap enough praise on Alan Clark's Diaries (all three volumes). They are without a doubt, the work of a master diarist at the top of his game who is by far the Greatest English diarist of all time!
Yemmi Agbebi - Manchester, UK