Boris Johnson’s ‘Unleashed’: A memoir that’s twisted, sour and full of yet more lies
In his shameless and predictable 772-page account of events, the former British prime minister forgoes the truth to paint a preposterous picture of himself as a man of destiny, too good for his own good
Lacking the benefit of Boris Johnson’s fine classical education – which is shown off liberally, once again, in his unreliable memoir Unleashed – I’m unable to quote with any sense of confidence whatever the antonym of mea culpa might be in Latin. So we’ll have to stick to English instead, and suggest that this book should best be subtitled “Not me, guv”.
No opportunity to deflect blame is passed up: no scapegoat permitted to escape the tether; and no inconvenient truths intrude on what has been portrayed, by his old Tory comrade Nadine Dorries, as a tragic fall from grace of Shakespearean proportions.
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