Overview
A narrative history of the U.S.-supported dictatorship that came to define the Philippines.
Ferdinand and Imelda Marcos presented themselves as the reincarnation of a primal couple from Filipino mythology. Ferdinand reinvented himself as a matchless fighter against the Japanese, and Time magazine hailed him as a hero. He was the strongman, the dictator, welcomed at the White House by Lyndon B. Johnson, Nixon, Reagan, and the C.I.A..-America's Boy. For twenty-one years he and Imelda dominated the Philippines. In the , a "democratic revolution" replaced them with Corazon Aquino, who, in turn, was followed by Fidel Ramos, Imelda's cousin. Nothing changed: the world applauded, the shadow play went on.
James Hamilton-Paterson has gathered astonishing information from senators, cronies, rivals, and Marcos family members, including Imelda. Covering the entire one-hundred-year history of U. S. involvement in the Philippines, he offers a devastating vision of the price Filipinos paid for dictatorship. Perhaps no other couple is as emblematic of American Imperialism as the Marcoses; America's Boy is their story. Passionate, deeply researched, and haunting, it is "a riveting read" (The Guardian [London]) by one of the language's best stylists.
Editorials
Richard Dyer
James Hamilton-Paterson, one of the best novelists now working in our language, has turned his attention to a story no one would believe if he had tried to make it up: the saga of the president and first lady of the Philippines, Ferdinand and Imelda Marcos, and their rise and fall.For decades, the Marcoses idealized themselves and their history, and their American protectors went along. Presidents and congressmen spoke of them with unstinting praise, an admiration that was reflected in the American press. When it all went bad - actually, long after it went bad - the Marcoses were ridiculed and demonized, probably even more in America than in the Philippines, where worse was shortly to follow. America's own course, of course, appeared to itself unerring.
Among English-speaking writers, Hamilton-Paterson is perhaps uniquely qualified to tell this tremendous story, which mingles comedy and tragedy, triumph and defeat, agony and irony. For decades, he has spent much of each year in the Philippines, living not in Manila, where journalists do, but in a remote fishing village. He has learned the language, the literature, the history, the culture, the landscape, the sociology, the religion, the politics, and the people of the Philippines, so he is able to place the Marcoses in a context beyond popular journalistic categories. And his educated novelist's imagination allows him access to areas other disciplines cannot reach.
It is significant that the Marcoses do not make important appearances in five of the book's 15 chapters - the third of the book that makes it unique and invaluable. One of those chapters, ''A History Told by Foreigners,'' relates the history of the Philippines, a history that is not safely ''past'' but runs along beneath the surface, ready to boil up at any time. The other four relate incidents in Kansulay, far from Manila: incidents that reveal much about where Ferdinand and Imelda Marcos came from, and about the physical and psychological realities of the Philippines - the realities the Marcoses faced, and the ones they chose to ignore.
Hamilton-Paterson is an indefatigable and observant reporter whose researches led him, bemused and dazzled, into a fantastic six-hour conversation with Imelda Marcos herself. He also visited the building where the corpse of Ferdinand Marcos lies in embalmed state. Nothing escaped his eye and ear: gusts of Mozart's ''Requiem'' greeted him when the door to the mausoleum was unlocked (''No lux perpetua in here: the dim lighting goes off when the door is closed, like that of a fridge, along with Mozart'').
He relates stories the mainstream American press mostly ignored, like Ferdinand Marcos's tacky affair with the American movie starlet Dovie Beams. Lurid details abound, and when familiar revelations appear, Hamilton-Paterson invites us to examine them from a different perspective. Imelda's shoe closets, for example, take on another meaning when we know something of the physical and psychological deprivations of her childhood. Hamilton-Paterson tells a touching story about one of the many curiosities discovered in Malacanang Palace after the Marcoses fled - a small house filled, floor to ceiling, with catering-size jars of Heinz sandwich spread, which in Imelda's childhood had represented an unattainable standard of luxury. ''In its pathos there is a certain `Rosebud' quality about this forgotten house of sandwich spread that is somehow lacking in other extravagances which had come to light ... such as the gallon bottles of Dior and Guerlain scent and the bulletproof bras.''
Hamilton-Paterson is no sentimentalist, of course. He is fully aware of the monstrous horrors of the Marcos regime, part of a sustained history of monstrous horrors that are, to a large extent, the consequences of Spanish, American, and Japanese colonialism - a force more barbarous than any state of nature. If the Marcoses were both deadly and absurd, they were not more so, in Hamilton-Paterson's view, than General Douglas MacArthur; if they increasingly came to live in a fantasy world, so did President Ronald Reagan. Hamilton-Paterson enjoys pondering the imponderable and derailing the simple-minded from their single track. Imelda Marcos's cultural center, for example, has been criticized as ''a grotesque waste of precious resources in a Third World nation where people were dying of hunger and disease. ... [But] when exactly is a nation to be considered rich enough to be able to construct such a building without a blush? Are we really expected to believe that all Europe's and America's great public art buildings were only built once all their hungry had been fed and their sick tended? The clear implication is that the only aspect of a nation worthy worrying about is that of the purely material.''
Hamilton-Paterson loves the Philippines, a love that shines through this book. The reasons he loves the islands, one comes to think, is that they present him with humanity, nature, and human nature in complex and irreducible forms that focus a fitful illumination into the heart of darkness.
— Boston Globe