Pimlott, though leaving me in no doubt of his left wing sympathies, nevertheless gives what feels to me like a very balanced and well judged assessment of Wilson. The man had many achievements to put on the credit side of his time in office: abolition of the death penalty, partial decriminalisation of homosexuality, the creation of the Open University, progress on race relations and gender equality. And yet, the debit balance is also pretty painful: poor industrial relations, economic decline and mismanagement, and a strong whiff of cronyism and corruption.I was hoping to find out lots about his wonderfully colourful secretary Marcia Falkender (the "Lady Forkbender" I remember being widely mocked by Private Eye when I was a lad). Pimlott does not disappoint: one is left agog at the descriptions of her screaming tantrums at Number 10, and the list of dodgy crooks she wrote down on her lavender writing paper for Wilson to ennoble (the notorious "Lavender List"). But Pimlott also left me convinced that they were not in fact lovers (there was something curiously physically unattractive about Wilson - though not Marcia - he was such a pipe and slippers domestic bore that one cannot imagine him keeping a mistress - I am persuaded that the relationship was one of emotional dependence but no sexual attraction).
I am also prepared to give Pimlott and Wilson the benefit of the doubt and acquit him of personal corruption as well. There is no doubt that he aided and abetted a lot of deeply corrupt and unpleasant pleasant people (e.g. Lord Kagan, the manufacturer of the famous Gannex raincoats that Wilson loved to wear). This makes Wilson a poor judge of character rather than a crook himself; I see no evidence he benefited personally from these unsavoury connections. He was undoubtedly a slippery man and a consummate politician, well versed in the art of sticking the knife in the back of friends and colleagues, and in his political life utterly untrustworthy and deceitful. But nevertheless I don't think he had his fingers either in the till or in Marcia's knickers.
Was he any good? There's a question. Certainly he was clever - much cleverer than the hapless James Callaghan who succeeded him as Labour leader. Callaghan was better balanced, nicer, and more honest. But Wilson was far more effective. On balance, I would have preferred the country to be run by Wilson, and I would even have preferred Wilson's company for a drink - he was less of a bore than Callaghan.
As an undergraduate at Oxford in the 1980's I was at a black tie drinks party for some purpose I cannot now remember when suddenly Lord Wilson of Rievaulx - as he then was - appeared in our midst. He had been dining in another part of the college and was himself in black tie, on the way out, when he spotted us and stopped, and launched into a wonderfully witty and discursive anecdote. It was cleverly done - he charmed us by being apparently self deprecating, by giving us a conspiratorial wink and letting us know that politics was just a game and that he was letting us into the secret. None of us were in political sympathy with him, but we were all enraptured by his charisma and his presence. And yet, when he tottered off into the night, we were left unable to recall precisely what he had said - and there remained a sensation that here was someone clever, witty....evanescent, and shallow.