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You’ve come to the blog of the book about who we are these days and what we really believe in. Britain has been transformed. All the old certainties of a generation ago have gone. My new book tells the story of how that happened – but also explores what we are becoming, and whether it might actually be something to celebrate. Here you will find reviews, articles, images and film clips relating to the book, as well as the reason for the provocative title. I hope you will comment freely and often. Thanks for coming.

Dying for a cup of tea

This morning I met Ivy, a woman who lives in North London. I met her through the pages of a new book by my friend Martin Wroe, The Gospel According to Everyone. which is a thing of beauty and wisdom. He has collected the stories of some of the people who live in his neighbourhood, on the basis that the life of the Church is sometimes called the Fifth Gospel. Long hours of conversation are edited down into deceptively simple first person accounts. Each person is the subject of a portrait painted by Martin’s wife Meg, and these too are beautiful. So, I would suggest you think about buying a copy of this book from this web page. In the meantime, here’s Ivy talking about the war, which she spent in the same streets that are still her home.

“In those days, people used to have to get all dressed up for church, to wear a hat and gloves. The men wore bowler hats and suits. All very refined. But in the war people stopped going so much.

During the war, you’d come home from work and go straight down the air raid shelter at the bottom of the garden. You stayed all night, until the all clear. In our shelter it was Mum, Dad, Bob our brother and us two. Sometimes Dad would go to the house to get a cup of tea. Some people died doing that – a direct hit when they were boiling the kettle.’ Makes me grateful for the cup I’m sipping now. Thanks, Ivy.

Fasten your seatbelts, say the Anglicans …

… this may be a bumpy ride. That’s what it says in the newsletter for Anglicans Online, which uses a review of ‘Is God Still An Englishman?’ to consider the way things are. It’s an enthusiastic review, which welcomes the challenges in the book. “Moreton’s book, with wit and bite and devastating clarity, examines just where in the world the Church of England is in the 21st century.” You can read the rest here 

Gosh, ‘The Lady’ loves me …

a wonderful review in the weekly magazine ‘The Lady’, which calls the book: “A brilliant history of the last 30 years, both ecclesiastical and personal. Whether you agree with the author’s analysis of the dramatic change in the British Establishment or not, this is a terrific read.” Why thank you, Ma’am. You can buy a copy of ‘Is God Still An Englishman?’  here.

PS I’ve just noticed the review is by Tim O’Kelly, the owner of One Tree Books in Petersfield, the Independent Bookseller of the Year for 2010, so worth supporting here. 

Did you think ‘The Hour’ was gorgeous television or deadly slow? Here’s a piece about meeting Dominic West and Ben Whishaw on set

from the outside, Hornsey Town Hall looks grim and abandoned. But if you press the right buzzer and step through a side door, you walk straight into 1956 – and onto the set of a stylish new television drama that’s already being hailed as the British answer to Mad Men. ‘Silence,’ says a female voice, and men in suits with slicked-back hair come striding down the corridor, on cue.

The actress Romola Garai steps out from behind a filing cabinet, looking immaculate. She collides with Dominic West, who used to be a star of The Wire but is unrecognisable in high-waisted trousers and braces. ‘I love you,’ says West, in the clipped tones of a Fifties newsreader, which is what he is today. She laughs. ‘What does that mean?’ And the invisible voice says, ‘Cut. Wrap.’

This is a piece I wrote for Live magazine after visiting the set, back in early Spring. You can read the rest here:  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/moslive/article-1393522/Mad-Men-UK-Exclusive-preview-BBCs-6m-ride-1956-Dominic-West.html#ixzz1SdUM4NKt

‘Sparky …’ says The Independent. ‘This is a penetrating book.’

“the start of this sparky book is like one of Max Beerbohm’s cartoons in which famous figures meet their younger selves. Cole Moreton imagines meeting himself as “a cocky young Christian” offering platitudes to a dying friend: “I would have punched his lights out.”

He takes the spiritual pulse of Britain in a host of ways: “Why do we believe… playing football or queuing to buy Rawlplugs [is] better than going to church?”

Though he ends by comparing the Church of England to Wile E Coyote running furious though he’s over a cliff, he praises the “poignant and personal” sermon in the Anglican church where Jade Goody’s funeral took place. Though he sometimes overdoes the chirpy chappie stuff, this is a penetrating book.”

Review by Christopher Hirst.

You can order a paperback copy of the book for little more than a fiver by clicking here.

‘The Conservative position is, in my view, a no to nuclear power’ So will Zac Goldsmith press his own nuclear button now?

we’re going to have a new generation of nuclear power stations. The sites have just been announced. The news made me think immediately of what Zac Goldsmith said to me, when I interviewed him ahead of his standing as a Conservative candidate for Richmond. Here’s an extract:

‘I wouldn’t live near a nuclear power plant,’ he tells me. In addition, he says, add up all the costs to the taxpayer, obvious and hidden, including security, and it’s clearly not economically viable. ’If you do that properly, if you’re honest about it, you’re not going to have nuclear power plants,’ he says. ’So the Conservative position is, in my view, a no to nuclear power.’

What if he watches his leader give in and approve more nuclear energy? Will he walk? ’If and when the Conservative Party forms the next Government, regardless of my role within that, it’s not going to stop me pushing these ideas. If David Cameron, with his clear rhetoric and understanding of the gravity of the situation, doesn’t get to grips with these issues in his time as Prime Minister, then we’re stuffed. He made it a big part of his message.’

And if he fails? ’It’ll be incredibly demoralising for anyone who’s concerned. People will just throw their arms in the air and say, “What’s the point?”‘

So there you have it. That’s all from the Mail On Sunday’s Live magazine, September 2009. Over to you, Zac.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/moslive/article-1210961/David-Camerons-300m-signing-Can-Zac-Goldsmith-turn-Tories-green.html#ixzz1Q7H2QmX2

Four stars in The Telegraph and – phew – they’ve called off the men in the white coats …

four stars for the paperback in The Sunday Telegraph: “Half the people in this country, says Cole Moreton, believe in a Higher Power but seem to deny themselves any formal means of worshipping such a power. That rather (to me) curious contradiction is examined in sprightly prose in this book, whose author shows a sharp eye for all manner of oddballs. The title is from Bernard Shaw’s remark about the English belief that God was one of us. I liked Moreton’s coldly accurate accunt of the death of Princess Diana.”

Thank you very much, Nicholas Bagnall. You can find out if he’s right by clicking here to order a copy. 

Phew. I think that means The Sunday Telegraph has called off the men in the white coats. When John Preston reviewed the hardback last year he said: ”There were times during this book when I thought it was one of the most perceptive and original studies of the English that I’ve read in ages.” I was with him all the way at that point, as you might imagine. Thinking about tracking him down, buying him a pint and offering to be his new best friend. But he went on. “Yet there were other times when I was equally convinced I was reading the work of a major loon.”

All he meant, as it turned out, was that he didn’t agree with bits of it. And only bits. ”His analysis – for the most part – is leavened by humour, acuity and fluency. However, it’s when he speculates as to where the English soul might be going next that he crosses the line from the estimable to the quite possibly sectionable.”

Dubious language, I thought, in an otherwise entertaining review. But now I can safely go down to the Telegraph’s Ways With Words festival at Dartington on 15 July without fear of the paper’s in-house crack team of interventionist psychotherapists grabbing me by both arms, all of a sudden. So that’s nice.

Come and get your hands on a free Englishman …

hoorah for Little, Brown who have decided to give away 10 copies of ‘Is God Still An Englishman?’.TO WIN ONE, CLICK ON THIS LINK AND ANSWER THE QUESTION. If you don’t know the answer, rest assured it is to be found on this blog (clue: there’s a section called “Why Call It That?”). Come on, what’s to lose? If you win one, you can always use it as a draught excluder. (And if you can’t wait, just click here and order your own.)

Hey, this is genuinely exciting. Get in there and win a book

hoorah for Little, Brown who have decided to give away 10 copies of ‘Is God Still An Englishman?’. TO WIN ONE, CLICK ON THIS LINK AND ANSWER THE QUESTION. If you don’t know the answer, rest assured it is to be found on this blog. Come on, what’s to lose? If you win one, you can always use it as a draught excluder. (And if you can’t wait, just click here and order your own.)

The Archbishop is doing what Archbishops should do

And well done him. That’s what they’re for, whether you agree with him or not. If you want to know what I mean, have a look at the New Statesman this week or go to this page.