What Am I Reading 38 – Everything is Everything by Clive Myrie
This book was a Xmas present from my son Finn, who, in common with Clive and myself attended the University of Sussex. Good old days. I’m a big fan of Clive Myrie and very appreciative of his style and witty performances on Have I Got News For You. A few years back I went with Suzanne to see him chair a discussion sponsored by the University of Sussex at the Royal Institution on Albemarle Street in The Theatre with its steeply ranked seats permitting clear views of what is happening and then for a glass of wine – such simple fun, very enjoyable.
Myrie is a straight-forward writer, as clear and erudite as his news broadcasts, and his journeys through Italy. A pleasure to read him. I am minded that when living in Canada, we still watched the BBC News and we saw Myrie in Iraq for the war, and while we thought it an elevation, I was worried that it might be the death of him, literally. I needn’t have worried; after initial reports he blossomed and survived.
I confess to being annoyed by typos: “… thought the English would look after her in the same the way …” Pg26 but the speed of the computer doesn’t eliminate error. A minor quibble.
Not a believer in God, he was deeply impressed by his mother’s faith and that of Nelson Mandela and squared his own circle of religious thoughts by trying “to subscribe to the so called Golden Rule, of Matthew 7, verse 12: ‘So in everything do to others what you would have them do to you.’” Pg35
I empathise with his first visit to Brighton, the shine and the colour after the northern dark. My other problem in 1969 wass my inability to be understood, heavy Yorkshire, and in corner shops I had to point at the cigarettes I wanted. I also had the interesting problem of my mother being shocked to see croquet being played on the lawn in front of the Library steps: she thought it “a bit posh” and certainly not what she expected of my choice of University.
I enjoyed his first trips abroad and his account of being embedded with 40 Commando and keeping in touch with them.
Cricket: which team do you support, England or the West Indies? A cultural definition and in 1976, a year of heat, the West Indies prevailed. “They showed us that we as a people were worth something in our own right. We were no longer simply appendages and adjuncts to the British and their empire. Looking back, I believe that year was seminal in the post-colonial life of Britain, helping to usher in an age of multi-culturalism that defined modern Britain and defined my life.” Pg132.
My dad would have been gripped by the Test series, but he died in January of that year 1976. The heat favoured the West Indies. It favoured my decision to replace the roof on our terraced house in Brighton, until it didn’t! My daughter was born two weeks after my dad died, the old one out, one in adage. One dies, one born. True for me at the time.
One of the most chilling sections is Myrie recounting his conversation with James Cameron who had two friends lynched, a fate he narrowly avoided. Pg161 And here’s an interesting fact, “It was not until as late as 2022 that President Joe Biden finally signed into law the legislation that made lynching a federal hate crime.” Pg163 It helps to bear facts like that in mind when considering recent events like Vance and Trump attacking Zelensky in the White House.
Myrie is dismissive of the “catchy NRA refrain: ‘The only thing that can stop a bad guy with a gun, is a good guy with a gun.’ Whenever I hear that phrase, I am reminded of the Jonathan Swift essay, ‘Thoughts on Various Subjects, Moral and Diverting’, where he writes, ‘When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.’ It has always struck me that the geniuses are those ordinary Americans who believe in sensible gun controls and assault weapon bans, and the dunces are those who refuse, despite all the evidence.” Pg230 Commendable stuff. The saying is also the inspiration behind the posthumous 1980 novel A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole.
The finishing touch is grand. It follows Myrie’s discourse on being black in a white dominated country and the changes over the last thirty years. “I suppose ultimately this is what this book is really about. Survival and contentment in a sometimes unforgiving world, that’s more unstable now than at any time for a generation. Different people in different environments coping with the animosity of others. And all of us battling to find a life that is worthy of who we really are.” Pg313 I agree with that. My only hope is that in four years’ time Clive Myrie will write about Donald Trump’s second term. His clear assessment will be needed to unravel the mess that is Trump today.
Calder Tsk – 7.3.25