Finally, in my quest to read a history of every country in the world, I arrive at a region about which I know absolutely nothing about, so that might color my review of histories of the region, me not knowin' fuck-all.
I'm not sure why I picked Laos first, maybe I'm just a clock-wise thinking jackass. That's beside the point. Laos is fascinating, more than you'd think for one of those odd, way-artificial political artifices that idiotic European colonial regimes made up on the spot. Evans makes a readable account, bringing in the wacky idea of the "mandala" as political institution to outline the early history of the peninsular states. He gets into the zany ethnic mix of what was to be Laos, the phu nyai, and all that. What's striking about Laos is how chronically weak and tossed-about it has been, treated as a stomping ground and launchpad for Vietnam during the war, criss-crossed by American iniquity for decades (Evans' one weak point is his weird hesitancy in assigning American blame where needed and, I thought, obvious), and the view of Laos by Thais as a kind of backwards ancestral land, the same way latte-chugging white middle class people think of historically-oppressed parts of the British Isles as locales in which tartaned, full-figured men and women bound about the landscape sipping Guiness and frolicking at swordpoint with badly-imagined mythological creatures when in fact, should a white middle class American ever endeavor to journey into the heart of darkness of their Anglo forebears, they'd probably get mugged or, at the least, squinted at strangely.
Anyway, this is a good book about poor Laos, whose centrality in the region is its very impotence. On to Vietnam!