Nicholas Lezard, writing in the Guardian, concluded his review of Holiday thusly: “if you want to know exactly what Britain was like in the early 1970s, then you won’t do better than to read this.”
No truer words have been spoken. Middleton's Britain is firmly rooted in the tropes of Western civilisation. Perhaps I missed something, but here is the only mention I can recall in the whole book of the vibrant cultural contribution to the Sceptered Isle by immigrants. Given how things have turned out, Middleton is eerily prophetic (although he was not cognisant of the Muslim invasion already underway – between 1950 and 1970, the number of Muslims in the United Kingdom rose from 101,232 to 667,958, or from 0.2 to 1.2 per cent of the population).
“At the next table a man and his wife described in contradictory duet how a fight had broken out between two well-dressed West Indians and how some woman had intervened, ordered them to clear off. Racist talk flowed…”
By racist talk, I presume Middleton meant the West Indians referring to the woman, up in arms about their dyscivilisational conduct, as a white bitch fit only for rape and death.
It’s truly refreshing to see the scales falling from the Guardian’s eyes. Why, next they’ll be arguing for the swift removal from Britain of the illegals who survived the Grenfell Tower conflagration.