Stuart Hall was, amongst many other impressive things, the editor of the New Left Review and founder of Cultural Studies as a serious academic discipline. His position, radical at the time, was that British identity had to incorporate "blackness" if it was ever to survive. "Familiar Stranger" is his account of the period from his childhood to 1964. Mo Farah can now appear wrapped in the British flag and anyone who accuses him of not being British is howled down as a racist. But when Hall arrived in Oxford as a Rhodes Scholar, racism was acceptable in Britain, and overt racism continued to be the norm for many decades.
"Familiar Stranger" is an account of his intellectual development: from an angry child, through teenage rebellion, to isolation at Oxford, and then, through socialism and cultural studies, to a place of relative peace. Hall comes across as a genuine radical while also being a kind and humble man. He is prescient on the self-destructive tendency of the Labour Party to only elect white, English, well-educated men to their ranks: something that has contributed to the destruction of the Labour party. The working class favour UKIP, who (falsely) appear to be a more genuinely working class party. Other non-white working class people do not vote at all. He covers a wealth of Caribbean writers and thinkers: from Derek Walcott to Michael Manley. The bibliography of black British, American, and Caribbean writers is worth the price of the book alone. I enjoyed his wry comments about other, less supportive writers: he meets V.S. Naipaul at Oxford and is scathing of his "genteel abhorrence of Negroes". Hall is, touchingly, devoted to the great Trinidadian writer and cricketer, C.L.R.James.
While beautifully written, this is nevertheless an ntellectual history. The book is full of terms such as "phenomenology", "epistemology", "indexical". There are frequent, but patiently explained, references to Levi-Strauss, Foucault, Gramsci, Bourdieu, Saussure, and Weber. Not a book that is easily accessible to many. This is a shame. Hall's ideas are all about reducing inequality and making popular culture a worthy subject of study.
My only criticism is that I would have liked to have seen beyond 1964: Hall was a passionate hater of Thatcherite politics and what they did to the fabric of Britain. What did he make of the New Labour election? Of the election of Barack Obama? The book ends with Hall coming to terms with his new homeland:
"Even though I never felt England was mine I was learning to find my way around it, both the formal artefacts of its civilization and its informal, lived aspects. There was, however, much to do. As there still is."
Indeed there is. Hall notes that "innovative consumer and managerial forms of capitalism" had effectively destroyed the working class as an revolutionary force against capitalism. New social groupings, the endemic racism of the police and the refusal to accept the unexceptional observation that Britain remains a many ways a racist society. These attitudes still exist. This means that many non-white people are only superficially tolerated. Racism is never far beneath the surface. As Hall says "The old reflexes are hard to dislodge"''
Hall died in 2014. I would have liked to have read his insights on Trump, Le Pen and Brexit. He would not, I think, have been surprised.