Bangkok 8, Bangkok Tattoo now Bangkok Haunts

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John Burdett's latest brilliant adventure of 50/50 Detective Sonchai Jitpleecheep.

"One of the most startling and provocative mysteries I've read in years. The characters are marvellously unique. The setting intoxicating and the plot unwinds in dark illusory strands" Carl Hiassen

Asia Books 595 baht Amazon UK $10

published 27th May 2007

latest brilliant adventure

"Brilliant" might be going a bit far, don't you think?

I have yet to read one of these expat novels that rose above mere dreck.

[lonelywombat]

latest brilliant adventure

"Brilliant" might be going a bit far, don't you think?

I have yet to read one of these expat novels that rose above mere dreck.

This is not a colouring-in book so you may never have to chance to find out

BG, you are very closed minded. You miss alot of good things being that way.
Bangkok 8 and Bangkok Tatoo are both excellent novels and most definitely not dreck. Looking forward to this new one!

"Essay 2003

I had visited Thailand dozens of times before I decided to write a thriller based in Bangkok. I had no particular interest in its famous sex industry or the young women who worked in it. Nor did I have any particular interest in Thai Buddhism, which seemed so much less alluring than Zen or Tibetan Buddhism. I thought I was simply looking for an exotic location which had not been "done," or at least not overdone (how many detective thrillers have you read that are not based in New York, or LA, or London or Paris?). I thought I would get a flavor of the city, which the Thais themselves call Krung Thep (City of Angels), by hanging around in some tourist bars, until I made more contacts with the "real" Thailand. I was looking for an introduction to someone working in the Royal Thai Police, who might give me an insight into local law enforcement. I had no idea that the lives of the young women I was talking to in these bars were stoking up a passion in me of a literary nature. The more monumental events of consciousness seem to happen off-screen.

I also decided that I ought to know more about Theravada Buddhism (that is practiced throughout Southeast Asia), so I went on a two-week meditation course in a monastery a few hundred miles north of Bangkok. I had no idea that the radical discipline of vipassana meditation would stoke up another passion.

The world other than as advertised can be an amazing place. These young women who sold their bodies every night were not victims, they were not cheap or vulgar, they were not miserable, they were not desperate, they were not even (and here it really gets weird) promiscuous. It's true, I'm not the first person to make the observation. The girls sell their bodies often as an act of personal and voluntary sacrifice, because they are the only member of their family (almost invariably rice farmers from Thailand's poorest region known as Isaan) who can make that kind of money in the big city. I learned that men who want to be lovers of such whores (as opposed to customers) are expected to have some high moral standards; in particular, they better be faithful (Thai surgeons are the best in the world when it comes to penis re-attachment: they get more practice). The quid pro quo is that she will be scrupulously faithful to her boyfriend too тАФ out of working hours.

I also learned that Buddhism is the most extraordinary psychology ever invented. I'd had no idea that for more than a thousand years after the birth of the Gautama Buddha the very best minds on the planet had dedicated themselves to the study and elaboration of levels of consciousness. People who truly dedicate themselves to Buddhist meditation can be quite exceptional. In the monastery where I was meditating one elderly monk who was dying refused all medical treatment because he wanted to watch his body disintegrate тАФ no way he was going to miss the end of the show by numbing his mind with painkillers. I discovered that Thailand was one of those countries, like Sri Lanka and India, where memory of past lives used to be commonplace. Go back a few generations and you find people talking about earlier lives with total certainty.

One young monk who positively glowed with meta тАФ loving kindness тАФ explained to me that the West was a culture of emergency: "If you didn't think you could control everything you wouldn't have so many emergencies, would you?"

I had found my exotic location, but the nature of the difference was more than I had bargained for. How could I, a Western man who didn't speak much of the local language, put himself in the shoes of a Thai? I didn't have an answer, but I did realize that I was starting to see the world somewhat in the Thai way and decided to let things develop without reference to my original plan. I had to find out more.

The girls who worked the bars were indeed heroes and acknowledged as such in their home villages, where people were deeply impressed by the way a young woman could go to the big city and extract so much money from those exotic and formidable-looking farang men that she could support her whole family, send siblings to university, pay her parents' medical bills, build herself a new house and retire by the age of thirty. I calculated that the average bargirl sends between sixty and seventy percent of her earnings home to some impoverished village in Isaan where she has probably been brought up in what to Western eyes is no more than a shack on stilts. Very often she will be barely literate, having left school in early teens (or before) in order to make a contribution to the family finances, but she dresses like a fashion model and learns English, German, Japanese, French, Malay, Chinese тАФ whatever she needs for her business тАФ with amazing speed. Those who travel abroad become connoisseurs of jails and five-star hotels in equal measure.

Like all true heroes, the girls were tough, too. Not a one of these beautiful women didn't have some serious scarring somewhere on her body from a motorcycle accident, usually sustained when taking a corner too fast whilst drunk. And they loved to fight. Many of them proudly related stories of gladiatorial fist-fights, sometimes with other women, quite often with men, usually conducted in a back alley out of view of the cops, (only a knockout or serious flow of blood ended the battle). They were fiercely patriotic, too. There are sixty-one million people in Thailand and you get the impression that every one of them would happily die for their king.

One evening I was sitting at a bar in Pat Pong, probably the most famous red-light district in the world, when an attractive young woman started talking to me, then a few minutes into the conversation admitted she was a man. She/he was stuck in the middle of the transition from male to female. Her sponsor, a Western man, had paid for the course of medication, most of which consisted of estrogen in one form or another, so that she had grown breasts and developed an impressive luster in her long black hair. Her farang lover had lost interest, however, and now she was trying to raise money for the final step which was surgery. It struck me with some force how radical Western consumerism can be in its effect on the Third World, even to the point of changing men into women. My new friend readily admitted that she did not fit the profile of a transsexual. It had not occurred to her to think she was a man trapped in a woman's body. She had decided to have the operation partly because her lover wanted it but mostly because she expected to be much more marketable to Western men as a woman.

At the same time I thought more and more about Buddhism. I had often reflected in a vague way how infantile Western culture can be when faced with some of the more challenging facts of life, especially death. In the West we pay specialists to keep death out of sight, except when a close relative dies. In my monastery one senior monk used to arrange for the local hospital to send him cadavers, to assist in his meditation on the supreme reality of death тАФ and whatever lies behind. That probably sounds morbid to a Western mind (even in Thailand it's not exactly mainstream), but I no longer find it so. On the contrary, I have at least absorbed the Buddhist lesson to the extent of finding our Western habit of distracting our minds from reality to be morbid and dangerous in itself.

Then one fine morning, about a year after my arrival, I found myself writing a story narrated in the first person by a Thai cop who was half western by blood, who was a passionate meditator, whose mother was a whore and who had grown up amongst those very young women and katoeys (transsexuals) with whom I spent my evenings chatting. I didn't need to think about "voice," it was there every morning, nagging, persistent and quite indifferent to all those rules about novel writing I had so conscientiously studied.

John Burdett, April 2003, Hong Kong"

He now lives in Thailand.

BG, you are very closed minded. You miss alot of good things being that way.
Bangkok 8 and Bangkok Tatoo are both excellent novels and most definitely not dreck. Looking forward to this new one!

Who is close minded? I read Bangkok 8, and thought it was poorly-written rubbish.

BG, you are very closed minded. You miss alot of good things being that way.
Bangkok 8 and Bangkok Tatoo are both excellent novels and most definitely not dreck. Looking forward to this new one!

Who is close minded? I read Bangkok 8, and thought it was poorly-written rubbish.
OK, suppose I can hold my nose and take your word for that.
That is fine. You gave the author a chance and you don't like his writing. I realize people can't read everything, but Bangkok 8 for example received very favorable reviews. So take professional reviewers advice or take BG's, your choice.


http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Southeast_ ... 2Ae02.html (http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Southeast_Asia/EH02Ae02.html)
An antidote to the bad Bangkok novel
Bangkok 8, by John Burdett


In short, this book is a delight. If you have ever wondered, while deep in your cups with a teenage village lass perched on your lap, whether you should write the great novel of Bangkok, read this one first. John Burdett has set the bar pretty high.

BG, you are very closed minded. You miss alot of good things being that way.
Bangkok 8 and Bangkok Tatoo are both excellent novels and most definitely not dreck. Looking forward to this new one!

Who is close minded? I read Bangkok 8, and thought it was poorly-written rubbish.
OK, suppose I can hold my nose and take your word for that.
That is fine. You gave the author a chance and you don't like his writing. I realize people can't read everything, but Bangkok 8 for example received very favorable reviews. So take professional reviewers advice or take BG's, your choice.


http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Southeast_ ... 2Ae02.html (http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Southeast_Asia/EH02Ae02.html)
An antidote to the bad Bangkok novel
Bangkok 8, by John Burdett


In short, this book is a delight. If you have ever wondered, while deep in your cups with a teenage village lass perched on your lap, whether you should write the great novel of Bangkok, read this one first. John Burdett has set the bar pretty high.

"Professional reviewers"? Sexpats reviewing other sexpats don't count as "professional reviewers". Show me a favorable review from the New York Times or other similar legit, international press -- then we'll talk about words like "brilliant".

Please people. When you publish quotes by boygenius it circumnavigates my IGNORE facility.

You are too easy. You didn't really read Bangkok 8, did you?

Reviews for Bangok 8.



NY Times Sunday Book Review
What Burdett, a former lawyer who now lives in Hong Kong, is doing is seducing his readers into thinking not as logical Westerners devoted to the basic rule of cause and effect but as Thai Buddhists who accept and even celebrate life's illogical turns. тАФ David Willis McCullough
The Washington Post
Bangkok 8 meets the thriller genre's requirements -- it's set in an exotic locale; its dramatis personae are in various measures violent, beautiful and mysterious; its plot is labyrinthine and surprising; its ending is ambiguous and ironic -- except one: It is not what reviewers insist on calling a "page-turner." Quite to the contrary. You make your way slowly, painstakingly through Bangkok 8, because you don't want to miss a thing -- not because of the plot's twists and turns, though you do have to pay attention, but because John Burdett is purely and simply a wonderful writer, a genuine grown-up at work in a genre mostly populated by arrested adolescents. тАФ Jonathan Yardley




Reviews for Bangkok Tatoo:



Michael Dirda - The Washington Post
By turns sordid, disorienting and, at its heart, accepting and good-natured about our flawed human condition, Bangkok Tattoo is as seductive as Chanya, Nat, Marly, Lalita or any of the other girls at The Old Man's Club. And that's saying something. If you're looking for a good time, look no further.

The New Yorker
BangkokтАЩs red-light districts, perhaps the most infamous in the world, have inspired their share of breathless prose. Here, however, the tone is mordant, thanks to the serene narration of Sonchai Jitpleecheep, the Thai police detective who steered readers through BurdettтАЩs previous novel, тАЬBangkok 8.тАЭ A devout Buddhist, Sonchai makes complex karmic calculations to justify his roles as law-bending cop and part-time papasan at his motherтАЩs go-go bar. When the barтАЩs biggest moneymaker is suspected of killing her john, who turns out to be C.I.A., Sonchai initiates a coverup that eventually involves Muslim separatists in southern Thailand and American operatives eager to exploit post-9/11 paranoia for career advancement. The plot showcases BurdettтАЩs sly riffs on Third World stereotypes, Buddhism, and the gustatory pleasures of fried grasshoppers. ItтАЩs a giddy, occasionally over-the-top performance, but mesmerizing: a comic tour of the underbelly of Bangkok in pursuit of both a murderer and the sublime.

I sure did read Bangkok 8, and my opinion of it sticks.

I do agree with the Washington Post's assertion, though, that the genre is populated mostly by "arrested adolescents".

Burdett may be one of the better ones, but he's still far from "brilliant".

[Lunchtime O'Booze]

do you think that's true ?..my true hero was always Quention Crisp-the biggest softie there was.

I wonder if any of us are featured in this book as characters ?..imagine the potboiler one could write using Pattaya charcters..perhaps Jackie Collins should be commssioned ( now Babs Cartland is dead).

I sure did read Bangkok 8, and my opinion of it sticks.

I do agree with the Washington Post's assertion, though, that the genre is populated mostly by "arrested adolescents".

Burdett may be one of the better ones, but he's still far from "brilliant".
You can't bring yourself to admit you are wrong, can you?
I find a major reviewer calling Burdett a "wonderful writer" yet you find it not credible to call him brilliant. Readers, again, who are you going to believe? Literary critics or sourpus BG?

I sure did read Bangkok 8, and my opinion of it sticks.

I do agree with the Washington Post's assertion, though, that the genre is populated mostly by "arrested adolescents".

Burdett may be one of the better ones, but he's still far from "brilliant".
You can't bring yourself to admit you are wrong, can you?
I find a major reviewer calling Burdett a "wonderful writer" yet you find it not credible to call him brilliant. Readers, again, who are you going to believe? Literary critics or sourpus BG?

I suggest that everyone read this book and decide for themselves. How's that?

I agree. Give Bangkok 8 50 pages and if you don't like it, you probably won't like this writer.