This is a book I am finding hard to like – despite the fact that, it’s about Pakistan and the Bhutto family; most of my young life I have heard, read and seen them in action. But Fatima Bhutto makes her father, Murtaza Bhutto sound like a martyr. And Benazir like the very devil.
This is politics after all. No one is clean.
Murtaza in London, Kabul, Libya, (how did he get all that money), dallying with a model in Greece, marrying a local in Kabul (and bearing Fatima), hardly someone seriously looking at avenging his father’s death. His father obviously considered him heir apparent, and he takes his role seriously for most part. But whether he was capable, I am yet to fathom.
“There was friction between Mir and her. He loved her, he stepped aside for her. He said to us once, “She wants to be the political heir, so OK, I’ll move aside.” But wait, wasn’t she the oldest child – and thus heir apparent anyway? Wasn’t she the one who stayed in Pakistan, while the brothers moved to London, Libya, Kabul, France?
Benazir was obviously no saint either, but the whole family is messed up. Everyone assassinated. Politics, power, tragedy ruining generations.
The insight into Pakistani politics and history, a dynasty much like the Nehru-Gandhi one is intriguing. And the picture below, I liked the best.
Young, fresh, still together. Still the good times…