Rich people are a curse on society.
That's a quote from my best friend, which I feel fits the theme of this review nicely.
I'll preface this by saying that before I picked it up, I didn't really know who Jeffrey Archer was outside of a novelist. I picked this up in a secondhand bookshop because I like reading about prison experiences, and it was only something like £2.
My first takeaway from this is that I wish they'd left him in Belmarsh for his entire four year sentence. I've never had to read the words of someone quite so out of touch with reality - the man spent not even 22 full days behind bars for committing a crime he was definitely guilty of, and has the worst woe is me attitude to every aspect.
The guy had piles of fanmail delivered to his cell every day. He was allowed to walk the hallways unaccompanied. He had other prisoners desperate to do favours and give him things. He had family friends taking his wife on yachting trips and on safari. Yet he's hard done to because he might have to drink tap water at some point.
Archer makes this whole argument that he isn't treated any differently than other prisoners, and it's all a load of crap made up by the tabloids. But one semi-threatening incident outside and he has prisoners on rotation to protect him. He has prison staff treating him like a human being - like a Lord - and asking if he's comfortable and settling in okay.
To be fair, I'm sure most of this is made up to thwart his enemies or whatever, to show them that 'well, prison wasn't so bad after all'. There's reams of paragraphs where he's just pretending other prisoners were parroting his own opinions back at him - that his judge was a meanie, that his secretary is a bitch, that the guy who got off should rot in hell.
Then there's all the sniping at Labour, but, I'm sorry Mr Archer - what exactly have the Tories done for prison reform for the 12 years they've been in power? Oh, yeah, made extra spaces in an already overcrowded system to squish more prisoners in together!
This book is basically an echo chamber for his incredibly narrow world view, in which he's treated a bit more like a regular citizen for 22 days and finds it a harrowing experience.
I think it's summed up nicely when he's down to his last two inches of bottled (Highland Spring) water, in which he asks his readers: "Have you ever had to measure the water you had left?"
Yes. I've done that in school, when I wasn't allowed to refill bottles by teachers. I've done it in work, when I had no access to buy another bottle. I've done it on aeroplanes, on trains, on a hot day at an assault course. I think the better question is who hasn't had to do that?
Just drink the damn tap water.
The one good part of this book was when Archer wasn't the one narrating, and he handed over to the other inmates. Fletch's story, in particular, and the insights about drugs and staffing shortages, were really interesting.
Hearing about Archer's dislike of prison food was not.