Kammiknickers in a twist because Stan Newens once took the same view as both the Labour and the Conservative Governments of the period on Nicolae Ceaușescu.
Kamm is not being disingenuous here. He genuinely does not know. He never does. Read any of his books. He knows nothing about anything.
Posh accent. Pompous speaking voice. Prose style to match. Inherited social connections to guarantee employment and publication. And that's it. But in Britain, that's all you need.
Or is it? I always said that he would go too far if and when his book of cod psychiatry ever came out. It has, and I have been proved right.
Medics are an understandably territorial lot, and psychiatrists perhaps most of all. Some journalist, if he is even that, does not get to set himself up as the authority on clinical depression.
Reviews of Kamm's latest, and probably his last with a professional publisher, have therefore been confined to his own newspaper and to a New Statesman piece that hilariously reviewed it as part of a job lot.
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