More of the same, if you like that sort of thing

I have a post up at the Guardian blog, which would probably fit reasonably well into the "One Minute MBA" series here, in case anyone cares. I am currently resisting the urge to write something about Nick Cohen's book, but it has that sickening feeling of inevitability to it. The problem is the book itself - I don't really feel comfortable with the idea of reviewing the book without reading it, and I can't read more than a couple of pages at a time. What all Nick's mates call "fantastic polemic" just seems to me to be the equivalent of watching television with the colour, contrast and brightness all turned up to maximum. Julie Burchill's journalism often used to have this effect on me, although I actually find her much more readable these days.

John Harris, in the course of a very sensible article, notes that "What's Left" mentions Robin Cook on two pages while devoting sixteen pages to Gerry Healy of the Workers' Revolutionary Party. As true trainspotters will be aware, this is the result of Oliver Kamm's advice and against Nick's misgivings. Advantage: blogosphere or something.