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Radical Middle | 159<br />
Then came robert Kirby in the Financial Mail.<br />
I was in Stellenbosch trying to persuade Oudemeester’s<br />
marketing execs that Frontline was a good place for them to<br />
advertise. as usual I wasn’t shaping quite according to plan –<br />
one of them said among other things that advertisers preferred<br />
a fat glossy publication to a slim modest one. When I left them<br />
I went to the Stellenbosch cNa to check whether Frontline was<br />
on display and in the right place – half the time you’d find it<br />
with the gun magazines, if at all. There was a new Financial Mail<br />
and I ran down the index. Begob, a review of Permanent Peace.<br />
I turned it up and found a headline, “Very Sincere”, which<br />
should have rung alarms. So should the byline. robert Kirby is<br />
a satirist whose forte is ripping things up. It was enemy action<br />
for the fM to give him the book, and for a while I was quite<br />
paranoid about that but in hindsight I accepted it as reflecting<br />
the general ridicule of the “solutions” genre.<br />
Kirby outdid himself. I started reading with an open-ended<br />
curiosity and only slowly realised that here was a classic<br />
pillorying under way, with me in the stocks. I imagined that<br />
even as I was standing stupefied at the cNa magazine rack,<br />
the Oudemeester execs I had just left were opening their post<br />
and reading their fMs and thinking “and we nearly took this<br />
guy seriously!” Worse, their counterparts at Southern Life in<br />
cape Town, who I was meant to be seeing on the same mission<br />
two hours later, were doubtless chortling over their luncheon<br />
sandwiches. I chickened out. The pay-phones at the post office<br />
were miraculously in working order. I cancelled on the pretext<br />
of health, which wasn’t as much of a lie as it would have been<br />
a few moments earlier, and crossed the road to the beautifully<br />
renovated coetzenburg Hotel with every intention of drinking<br />
myself into the first genuine stupor I had known since student<br />
days. Biology and economics conspired to foil me, what with<br />
the stomach no longer able to cope with more beer than the<br />
head and the bartender baulking when the pocket arrived at<br />
its customary state. Some time later a friend of mine went to<br />
the fM’s library in search of examples of brutal book reviews