James Hamilton-Paterson is a British poet, novelist, and one of the most private literary figures of his generation. Educated at Exeter College, Oxford, he began his career as a journalist before emerging as a novelist with a distinctive lyrical style. He gained early recognition for Gerontius, a Whitbread Award-winning novel, and went on to write Ghosts of Manila and America’s Boy, incisive works reflecting his deep engagement with the Philippines. His interests range widely, from history and science to aviation, as seen in Seven-Tenths and Empire of the Clouds. He also received praise for his darkly comic Gerald Samper trilogy. Hamilton-Paterson divides his time between Austria, Italy, and the Philippines and was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature in 2023.
This book surprised me; I was expecting an interesting read but not a particularly poetic and insightful one. I really enjoyed the author's use of descriptive language about everything he turned his eye toward; his interior landscapes are as vivid as his external ones. None of what I'm saying tells you much about the book's contents, though. It mainly concerns the time he spent on an isolated island in the Phillipines, along with the people and ways of life he encountered there. I suppose one could throw in a reference to Robinson Crusoe here but that would be to miss the richness of the author's account. This is the first time I've given 5 stars in a while and I'm going to search for more from him.
I really loved reading about his interactions with the local Filipinos and I truly enjoyed his observations about the culture. But I didn't care much for his own story and ended up skipping chunks throughout the book that weren't about the Philippines. Still, with a dearth of Philippine culture books out there, I'm grateful to Mr. Hamilton-Paterson for writing this.
A new find! I'm delighted to have found this author. and eager to move on to his books set in Tuscany. This is beautifully written and compelling to read.
As I'm writing a novel for NaNoWriMo I'm trying to put myself in the right frame of mind by reading non-fiction books that relate to some of the themes found in my novel. Island living is one of these themes and one of the books I've chosen to read is Playing with Water by James Hamilton-Paterson.
This book is a memoir centred on the years that Hamilton-Paterson spent living on an island he calls Tiwarik off the coast of the Phillipines. It is an uninhabited island but one that is popular with youngsters from nearby villages as a place to play, camp and fish. Hamilton-Paterson finds a niche for himself in the local community, not least because he turns out to be an expert spear fisherman.
The author has a wonderful eye for detail and describes the underwater world beautifully, there is a particularly breathtaking sequence when he stays underwater almost too long and afterwards realises that the air he had been breathing had been tainted with oil, so his sightings became more and more dreamlike and surreal. He also meditates on the damage caused to the local ecology by the large ships that dynamite the coral reefs. He also is saddened by the fact that the local fishermen often use poisons and small amounts of explosives in their fishing, but realises that for them it is a matter of survival and making a few pennies at the local market. (Interestingly he doesn't seem to differentiate himself from the local spear fishermen, who use the most sustainable form of fishing, without reflecting that he made a choice to live there and kill those fish, while the local people have no choice if they are to stay in the area.)
He also ponders his early life (at first I had found these flashbacks annoying, because I thought that the book was meant to be a travel book, but later I realised how insightful they are).
Sadly since the book was written, the island of Tiwarik has been bought by a Japanese company and turned into a tourist resport.
I love James Hamilton-Paterson's descriptions of walking off his little island in the Philippines at night into the warm sea to spear fish in the dark.
His writing is wonderful. It's a pleasure to spend time in his head. That said, the book read slowly for me. A few passages and pages wandered, and I skimmed.
The reader does spend a lot of time in Hamilton-Paterson's head. There are people in the book but no full-fledged characters besides the author. That's because it's a book about solitude. A few years ago I read Tom Neale's An Island to Oneself: The Story of Six Years on a Desert Island. Neale's solitude was nearly as extreme as Robinson Crusoe's, hundreds (or thousands?) of miles from anyone or anywhere. Hamilton-Paterson is also on an island, usually by himself, but his Tiwarik is just off the Filipino mainland. He has his neighbors, some distance from them, and a great deal of distance from his native England.
This is my third Hamilton-Paterson and not my last.
Hamilton-Paterson spends part of every year living on an uninhabited island in the Philippines, spear-fishing for food and communing with the ocean. This is a book about why, and about the surrounding community. I'm not sure I ultimately cared that much about the why, but I will say this book contains some of the most lyrical, exquisite pieces of description I've read in my life. There were sentences and paragraphs I couldn't help but read over and over.
Absolutely beautiful. Slow to start, but after the first chapter I settled into it. It's a LOT of description -- almost prose-poetry. I said 'beautiful' already, right? Beautiful.