Am I going to get arrested if I say that Helmut Schmidt could have benefited from a good editor?
After all, he is sort of like the chain-smoking patron saint of German politics, so I'm not sure how politically correct it is to criticise his book.
Then again, I never cared muc about political correctness, and it's not like I'm doing any critisizing with regards to content. Not that I don't want to, but, like I said, a good editor would have helped. Maybe then there would have at least been a red line that would have made it possible to find an overall theme, or just and theme, in the content, which one that may have critisied or not (who knows, maybe I'd have agreed?)
As it is, Schmit jumps from one anecdote to another opinion to another what-I've-meant-to-mention to a little-moment-where-history-was-made and back and forth and again and again.
There is no direction in his book at all.
I'm not saying it isn't interesting, I'm sure most of the ideas and stories he mentions were and would have been. He just, well, he never follows through. He gets distracted before he finishes a thought or a story.(I have since learned that he has a tv show that is pretty much the same and that people are actually enjoying it. Yet another reason why I don't own a tv.)
I'm thinking that his editors were a) afraid to correct the Patron Saint of Chainsmokers the chain-smoking patron saint, and b) had their hands full with finishing Schmidt's sentences.
I'm also thinking that this book is ideal for chain smokers. Whenever they feel like a cigarette, they can go outside and smoke, and when they come back, having forgotten what they were reading five minutes ago, voilà, Schmidt provides them with something new, which he explains just as long as it takes them all to go for another smoke.
And everyone is happy.
(this truly is like politics. Maybe the book is a metaphor that I completely missed when I read it, because I was focused too much on the content! It's never good to focus too much on the content when it comes to politics...)