I have an addiction. Kajsa thinks it’s to my cellphone, which she sees me hooked on to longer than is healthy for me, or for our relationship. I recognise that this could be the sign of a psychological addiction, of the sort that has become common ever since smartphones were invented. But in my case the addiction is of a different kind. I’m addicted to any current news of Donald Trump and his America. I search for it on the internet the moment I wake up in the morning (when the previous American news-day, of course, is finished), and continue following it on my phone (trying to hide it from Kajsa) throughout the day – and the following weeks and months. No other topic has ever taken this hold on me, even football and cricket scores. It’s an obsession. And I’m not even an American. Am I alone in this?
And why should this stupid, ignorant, corrupt, narcissistic and I think deeply evil man deserve all this attention from me – and I’m sure from others? Of course he wouldn’t if he weren’t so powerful. And also if he weren’t so flawed, ridiculous and colourful. If Shakespeare were alive today he’d write a play about him: hopefully a tragedy; but that would depend on how things turn out. A Lear without the sympathetic ending? (‘Never, never, never, never, never!’)
I don’t suppose he’ll worry too much about this reputation, even posthumously. As I understand it – mainly from his niece’s memoir, Too Much and Never Enough (2020), and from his own Tweets – his sole ambition was always to be the most famous person in the world: the most talked about, irrespective almost of what was said about him. That he currently is; hence my fascination with him. His madness gets him ratings. As a former TV star, that’s clearly his measure of everything.
For the historian, of course, there’s also the matter of what this says about the present-day development of the USA more broadly and consequentially. More on that later, perhaps.