In his introduction to A Classless Society Alewyn W. Turner writes that he both explores the high politics and the low culture of the nineties because “the latter not only reflects but often pre-empts the former.” To illustrate, he reminds the reader that the infamous meeting between Brown and Blair at the Granita was not the reason why the paparazzi gathered outside the restaurant: the media was far more interested in actor Susan Tully, then playing Michelle Fowler in EastEnders, who was seated at a front table.
Turner's explorations into the nineties have produced a
stimulating, eye-opening and entertaining read. He divides it into two main
sections, the first of which moves from the fag-end of Thatcher's premiership
to the end of Tory rule in 1997, where he begins the second.
Each section is sub-divided into chapters all of which begin
with a selection of quotations, such as Peter Baynham on New Labour, “A
media-friendly, highly electable platoon of smiling, capitalist thugs.” This
structure, coupled with his stated intention above, allows Turner to paint a
vivid picture of nineties life.
The breadth of his research is impressive. It encompasses
quotations from Bernard Manning, a reference to “the Mull of Kintyre test” that
was used for female soft porn magazines and he reminds us that at the
introduction of the National Lottery a Tory MP thought “Flogging criminals live
on television before [it] will create a great impact.”
Turner devotes an appropriate amount of words to the two
major politicians of the nineties, John Major and Tony Blair. He is kind to the former, presenting a
revisionist stance on the man that inspired Andy Hamilton's John Major-ogram: “They
send round a bloke in a suit. He stands here for ten minutes, no one notices
him and he goes away again.”
Tony Blair, however, receives a dressing-down to such an
extent that, although the writer does allow the ex-PM a share of the back-slapping
for the Good Friday Agreement, he reminds us that the “I feel the hand of
history on our shoulders” comment began with “This is no time for sound bites.”
Irvine Welsh comments in his review of the book for The Daily
Telegraph that the only thing it lacks is a section on the impact of rave
culture. It is a good point but, as Welsh writes, the book is “an otherwise
uniformly brilliant work.”
