This is one of those books that ends up not being at all like what I thought it was going to be. Usually when that occurs I tend to think that perhaps I had unrealistic (or perhaps a better word would be flawed or even misguided) expectations concerning the book. And this can go both ways: a book could end up being much better than I was expecting, or it could be much worse and not what I was expecting. Unfortunately, Nigel Hamilton's biography of Bill Clinton's early years landed firmly in the latter category for me.
From the beginning, Hamilton seemed focused on one thing: sex. Being that the subject is Bill Clinton, that's not entirely unwarranted, given his history. Yet Hamilton focuses on it to the point of distraction, even before Clinton grows up. This reads more like a tabloid psychobiography at times than a serious study of a man who obviously had some major flaws in this arena. Hamilton starts out by talking about Southern culture: a patriarchal, repressed society where men can abuse their wives, be alcoholics, and the women have to put up with it. Hamilton then contrasts this with the atypical maternal grandmother and mother of Clinton - strong women who paved their own paths and did what they wanted to regardless of what others thought. Both women were formidable figures in young Clinton's life, and in their own ways contributed to some of the difficulties that he experienced later on as an adult.
An example of the overwrought psychoanalysis can be found on pages 316-317, with Hamilton going into intimate detail about the intimate activities of Clinton and one of his mistresses, Gennifer Flowers: "Her bed was 'built for a king' - a four-poster canopy 'draped with luxurious fabrics and buried in soft, sensuous pillows' - and she had her king to grace it. This psychosexual dynamic would fuel their twelve-year affair: the king, so powerful, so universally admired in public, coming secretly to his morganatic queen, pleasuring and being pleasured by her." I was starting to think that I was mistakenly reading one of those Harlequin romance novels.
Given the long, disturbing history that Clinton had with women both prior to and once he became President, I expected this area of his life would merit significant discussion in the book. But I did not expect - nor think it necessary - for this one subject to so totally dominate the narrative. Additionally, I could have done without flowery descriptions about Flowers' bed. That is just one of many such instances that Hamilton includes in the book. Another is a cringe-inducing metaphor of Flowers' bed being a ship and Clinton going "overboard" on his "lovecraft" (page 416).
Perhaps some of this is due to the passage of time; when Hamilton wrote this book, Clinton had left office only a couple of years before. So his sexual exploits, including the impeachment, were not too distant in the rearview mirror. Now, going back to this stuff almost seems... quaint, when compared with the current state of politics and what we have witnessed recently with a more recent former president.
Another aspect of the book that I was not at all expecting, and am less tolerant of Hamilton including to the extent that he did, is the almost continual references to John F. Kennedy. While Clinton briefly met JFK on a high school trip to D.C. in the early 60s, Hamilton constantly talks about Kennedy's sexual proclivities (even describing him on page 158 as a "Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" type of sexual partner). That was another description that I could have done without, and had absolutely nothing to do with Clinton's story. At best, beyond their one brief meeting, JFK should have merited only an occasional reference. Yet he is peppered throughout the book, and almost always concerning sex.
Finally moving away from that, the rest of the book is not particularly good either. Hamilton calls Robert Reich a "midget". Now that is a word that I had not seen in print in quite some time, nor had I expected to see it. Hamilton makes numerous mistakes, such as calling one of Clinton's step-fathers "Jim Dwire" when his first name was actually Jeff (page 424). He refers to CBS journalist Steve Kroft as being with ABC (page 635). On page 147 he writes that George Bush was an Ambassador, but this was well before he was appointed Chief Liaison to China by Gerald Ford.
As for Clinton himself, he does not come across well here. Hamilton shows him to be a smooth operator, lying to get out of service in Vietnam, double-speaking on personal and political matters, having an endless string of mistresses, and being more interested in moving up than in serving the best he could where he was at the time. He and Hillary are painted as an extremely ambitious couple who used people up and then spit them out once their usefulness was at an end.
Hamilton did okay when writing about the 1992 presidential election that saw a three-way race between Clinton, incumbent President Bush, and billionaire Ross Perot (Hamilton really shows Perot to have basically been a kook despite his vast wealth). I do think that Hamilton at times over-relied on his extensive interviews with certain figures from Clinton's life such as his long-serving Chief of Staff Betsey Wright. Clinton has such an interesting pre-presidential story that I thought there was much more for Hamilton to mine here than simply remaining fixated on his sexual peccadilloes. It is to this book's detriment that he does so.
Grade: D-