Rational Irrationality: Is Rupert Murdoch Preparing to Sell Out of Fleet Street? : The New Yorker
Plus, he’s always had a love-hate relationship with Britain. Even back when I used to work for his newspapers, he sometimes complained that the Brits didn’t appreciate all he’d done for their country—all the money and time he’d invested there; all the hatred he’d incurred for breaking the Luddite print unions; all the effort he’d expended in attacking the stultifying British class system. “Sometimes, I don’t know why I bother,” I recall him saying once, seemingly only partly in jest.
In recent years, Murdoch has been spending less time in Britain, leaving his son James to handle matters there. Despite the fact his papers supported the Conservatives in last year’s election, his relationship with David Cameron is more remote than those he enjoyed with Margaret Thatcher and Tony Blair. At the age of eighty, with scarcely a voice to be heard defending him from Inverness to Brighton, maybe Murdoch has finally had his fill of the Poms.
Of course, that’s only speculation. But I wouldn’t be entirely surprised.