If you are old enough to have sported a 'Solidarność' badge and watched communism implode in Poland by 1989 then the its predecessor, the 1986 'People Power Revolution' in Manila, with tanks halted by nuns and civilians and electoral officials refusing to rubber stamp electoral fraud, will be as memorable because they were of an era, if you were young, if not quite 'The Bliss' Wordsworth felt on the outbreak of the French Revolution it was a time when the sclerotic dinosaurs were falling everywhere and a new world post West post East might be about to be born.
Of course half a century later it is apparent that no new world, at least as we thought of it, was in the process of being born rather it was old world rebuilding itself free of concepts like good or bad, east or west, red or white.
But what is all that to do with a biography of not simply Marcos but of his wife Imelda but of the Philippines post its time as a colonial of Spain? Well everything because for a very long time Ferdinand and Imelda Marcos were inescapable on the nightly news attacking the Beatles to partying with George Hamilton (who he you ask? use google it would take too long to explain) and, most importantly, as America's staunchest Pacific ally. Didn't Marcos wear the American Congressional medal of honour, the highest honour that country could bestow? That Ferdinand was a dictator and his wife even worse (look up the Manila Cultural Centre disaster) was also known. They were grotesques, but they emerged from America's complicated and mendacious involvement in the Philippines. How many Americans know that Mark Twain at the end of his life was denouncing American atrocities in the Phillippines or that when Japan attacked the USA in WWII it was America's colonies they bombed?
Mr. Hamilton-Paterson sees Marcos as America's tool, how could it be otherwise when president after president turned a blind eye to his totally bogus claim to that Medal of Honour? How could Marcos not feel invulnerable with that level of support. Of course the relationship symbiotic rather than crassly directional dictatorship of the more powerful over the weaker. All of America's relationships with its clients, Samosa, Trujillo, Papa Doc, etc., were similar but Marcos is the exemplar because of its deep colonial penetration of Phillippine elites and culture.
So this is essential reading to understand a once vital American outpost and of events and people that, if only briefly, seemed to offer hope of change for the better in an ugly world. None of us ever imagined that the son of Ferdinand and Imelda, the ridiculously named Bongbong, would become president of the Phillippines was unimaginable.
The Phillippines may have no place in most readers mental or emotional makeup but that doesn't mean this is a book you should ignore. First there is a great deal of recent history that should be known and which is forgotten at our peril. But mostly because James Hamilton-Paterson is one of the English languages last professional writers and a man who has written uniquely intelligent fictions in books like 'Loving Monsters' and 'Ghosts of Manilla' that are better then non fiction for revealling truths.
This is a must read.