I loved this book when I first read it twenty years ago and I enjoyed the return journey now. The fractured narrative of Yossarian’s response to the dehumanising horror of war is also very funny in places (my favourite scene is the mass outbreak of moaning at the Avignon briefing). Awful and yet hilarious.
I’m not surprised; I’d pigeon-holed them as prehensile bullshitters and availability-entrepreneurs (see: Westerwelle, Haider, LPF, Melenchon, Kilroy Silk etc). They’ve gone as far as they can with eurosceptic stylings, now they’re hollering “helm’s a-lee!” and spinning the wheel over onto an easterly course.
Whether they’ve picked the moment, or whether they’ll end up being taken aback, is another question.