Though not really familiar with Sarah Vine's journalism, reading a book relating to a particularly tumultuous period in British politics seemed like a welcome distraction from the craziness occurring in world politics currently. This is a witty and entertaining book, so doesn't disappoint in terms of writing style.
Vine's long experience as a journalist is obviously a contributing factor in this regard, but there is also an honesty about her writing that is at times both disarming and refreshing. This largely seems to stem from the fact that she never really felt like a natural shoe-in to the couples-based friendship group of which she became a part due to her husband, Michael Gove's Oxford connections. The Gove family holidayed regularly with David and Samantha Cameron (along with their respective children) in Ibiza and later, when David Cameron was Prime Minister, went to numerous weekend parties in Chequers consisting of people with names like Venetia.
Throughout the book, Vine has the air of someone who always dreamt of this type of life, in a sense, and so when it arrives, feels duty-bound to embrace it with a jolly-hockey-sticks glee, despite a lingering underlying sense of imposter syndrome. Vine grew up largely in Italy, where her British parents moved when she was five. Her parents met at around 20 and married due to pregnancy.
She describes herself as an abnormally large, clumsy child. Her insensitive, alcoholic father mocked her size and weight from the time she was very young. He regarded female children in particular as only useful insofar as they reflected well on his social image. Naturally, Vine managed to persuade her parents to let her escape to England to complete her schooling, where she promptly went on a starvation diet. She never returned to Italy full time, but managed to successfully complete university and start a career in journalism in England.
Throughout the book, Vine's social aspirations are apparent as a side-effect of childhood loneliness, while at the same time, she mocks the more ridiculous aspects of the life she has dreamt about. On getting a job at Tatler, she writes: 'A golden future of parties, freebies, handsome aristocratic boyfriends, and friends called Biffy and Bunty surely awaited me.' Similarly, she ridicules the shamanic ritual recommended by her hotel while on honeymoon as having been attended also by the Blairs, who apparently loved it (this apparently involved weird rituals in a yurt followed by cleansing in the sea). It's obvious that Vine is fully conscious of the ridiculous side of the quasi-celebrity, affluent life that she has chased, and her humorous self-awareness is what saves the book.
When writing about Tory politics, Vine is clearly very fond of some of the players involved, and for example, obviously regrets the loss of her friendship with Samatha Cameron. She has strong views against the intrusiveness and brutality of the British media in relation to politicians, despite now being a Daily Mail columnist herself. This is understandable, however, due to the effects of the tumultuous years of Michael Gove's prominence on her children's lives, including bullying at school and hostility from teachers (which is profoundly unprofessional, given that the children are not responsible for their father's policies).
Vine says at the start of the book that she hasn't written it to settle scores, but she definitely does settle a few. Additionally, it's difficult to get a sense from the book of the nature of her relationship with her ex-husband. Though she is extremely loyal to him, their marriage comes across more like a business partnership that Vine felt obliged to manage along with other aspects of her life, and it's difficult to get a sense of love, intimacy, or mutuality between them during the time that they were together. The relationship may have had a depth that is not portrayed in the book, perhaps for privacy reasons, but taking the narrative at face value, the marriage feels more like a project managed box-ticking exercise on the part of both parties than anything close to passion. Even the divorce is without fanfare or emotion. They just drift into separate rooms, then separate homes, remaining relatively friendly, if the book is to be believed.
The book is definitely well written and entertaining, and worth a read, for some insight into the toxic nature of British politics and its effects on both friendships and relationships. If nothing else, it is humorous and honest. Vine's inherent feistiness and quirkiness make her a likeable character; her insistence that all is not quite right in the Tories is a courageous take from a former insider.