Thailand Footprint: People, Things, Literature, Music and Henry Miller too. Forget Yourself Here

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Five years ago, during Songkran celebrations, I hunkered down and created this blog, Thailand Footprint with the help of a cool cartoonist who drew the frog in a coconut shell. Web-traffic peaked in 2015 and 2016 at rather impressive but not Stickman-like numbers. For a blog that featured the arts, people, and literature of Thailand, I was pleased with the results. I still am. It’s now a body of work of sorts for AI anthropologists to look at, if they are intelligent enough to do so, long after I am gone.

To commemorate and celebrate the past five years I am also pleased to announce that I will have a new book coming out. When Bangkok Beat was published almost three years ago I did a few interviews with fellow authors, Paul Brazill, Jame DiBiasio, and Thom Locke. When Joe my new tailor from India at Charlie’s Design Fashion House expressed interest in interviewing me I immediately thought, why not? The timing was right. It may have even been my idea. My memory is not what it used to be.

As an aside, for anyone looking for a good tailor shop in Bangkok, I highly recommend Charlie’s Design Fashion House on Sukhumvit 16, conveniently located directly across from Foodland. Joe and his staff are way cool. Check out their online reviews.

It’s not every author in Bangkok who gets interviewed by his tailor. I hope you enjoy the exchange. And thanks for reading Thailand Footprint over the years.

Joe from Charlie’s Design: We had the distinct pleasure of fitting up the rather large blogger and author, Kevin Cummings recently. Kevin has some interesting insights into the world of literature, fashion, shoes, and the City of Angels.

How long have you lived in Bangkok and where else have you found yourself over the years? What do you enjoy about living here?

On average I have lived in Bangkok for 75% of each year since 2001. Over the course of my lifetime I have circumnavigated Balboa Island in a dinghy, panned for gold in the creeks of Auburn, California, played hoops for Chico State and worked on Market Street in San Francisco. What I enjoy most about Bangkok is the anonymity. But now that that’s over I still enjoy the street food.

How did you hear about Charlie’s Design Fashion House?

Late last year I was listening to Billy Gibbons when my Bangkok 101 Magazine arrived. Inside I read an article, “The Sharp Dressed Man”.  I then did some research on Bangkok tailors. The clincher: I was impressed with your web-site design and your social media reviews, plus I’ve always liked the way Sukhumvit 16 buzzes while being tucked away from the other even and odd sois.

Me and Joe

Your taste seems to have evolved since we first met you. What made you lose the Magnum P.I. look?

Peer pressure, mostly. They convinced me the 80s were over.

You have written about some of the more interesting creative people living in and visiting Thailand in your debut book ‘Bangkok Beat.’ How did you decide what material to write about?

I knew what I didn’t want to write about: Food, travel, conquests and Go Go bars. I wrote a book that I would find interesting, with the help of the best poet in Southeast Asia, John Gartland , Ace storyteller and historical fiction thriller writer, Thom Locke, and pro photographers Eric Nelson and Alasdair McLeod. The book will have been out three years this coming June. It has aged pretty well.

What writers were your early influencers?

Kurt Vonnegut, Ken Kesey, Philip Roth and Gary Trudeau. I like humor when it adds to the neurosis.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I don’t consider myself a writer. I like to write. The distinction is similar to a professional violinist and a country fiddler. Both pursuits are admirable and both are skill-sets. It’s not easy for the fiddler to make a living fiddling for one thing.

What do you like to wear when you write?

My Bangkok Soi Dog #1 T-shirt with art by Chris Coles. I have several.

What’s the one item of clothing that every man should have in his closet?

A good quality bathrobe, unmonogrammed, long enough to meet the knee while sitting. Charlie Rose would still have a job if he had only donned one.

Do you have any other books in you about Bangkok or other topics?

Yes. My publisher, Frog in the Mirror Press has prodded me along with a few fans of the first book to write a sequel. It will be out late summer of this year. John Gartland, Thom Locke, and Alasdair McLeod are once again on board. And I’ll purchase some Eric Nelson photos at our standard rate. Without their contributions I wouldn’t do it, simply because it wouldn’t be as fun or as good. The title and cover art are in the works. A manuscript is complete. The Tokyo Joe’s to Queen Bee story will be told, among others, and who wouldn’t want to read about that?

What writers living in Thailand do you admire?

Robin Williams long ago said of the Hollywood crowd, “There’s Jack (Nicholson), and then there is everybody else.” At this moment in time there is Lawrence Osborne and then there is everybody else. I’ve heard Lawrence has a good sense of humor for an English gentleman. Anyone who likes Bill Murray is okay in my book.

Of the top tier writers, in addition to their writing abilities, I admire their doing. Joe Cummings, Jim Algie, Christopher G. Moore, Colin Cotterill, Jim Newport, Collin Piprell, John Fengler, John Burdett to name a handful, they all do. They all live. They skip hibernating season for the most part. They prepare for death far better than the average bear. That’s what I find most admirable about good writers.

Finally, you’ve lived an interesting life by some people’s standards. What’s next for you?

A linen blazer. After that, as my wife likes to say, we’ll have to wait and see.

Kevin is wearing a Chinese sourced waffle-cloth bathrobe made by Charlie’s Design paired with Maui Jim sunglasses and a Bangkok Soi Dog #1 T. Find out more about Kevin’s book Bangkok Beat here or read an Auburn Journal column written by Kevin here.



All Photographs by Alasdair McLeod



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Doug Stanhope came to Bangkok on March, 17th 2018 at the Westin Hotel on Sukhumvit 19. I’ll be writing about the show at a later date. This Thursday, April 5th, 2018 comedian and musician Bill Bailey will be flying in for his comedy show at the Westin. Doors open from 6:30. Show starts at 8:00. Top flight comedians are like watching X-Games performers. They do things people would like to do but are incapable of. Support the live arts when you can, ladies and gentlemen. Life is short and in the long run we are all dead.

 Bill Bailey tackles politics, philosophy and the pursuit of happiness Thursday, April 5th at The Westin Hotel on Sukhumvit 19.

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Jazz(My article in Brunch Magazine in the December 3, 2017 issue of the Bangkok Post re-blogged with permission). It’s back. From the moment you turn down Sukhumvit Soi 33 for a short 50-metre jaunt to the arched entryway at the familiar black and white sign, you know you are entering the creative world of Chris Catto-Smith’s Check Inn 99 in Bangkok. The seven-nights-a-week live entertainment and events venue, known for its good vibrations, jazzy interior and tasty tapas, has a kaleidoscopic history, both ancient and recent.

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If you haven’t been to the new Checkinn99 on Sukhumvit Soi 33 in Bangkok or even if you have there is no better time to go than this weekend.

Tonight you have the Rock This Way II event happening from 10:00 p,m. til late. The second in this successful series you can follow their Facebook page here: 

Here are the details:

I’ts Rock This Way BKK: Vol. 2 at Check Inn 99!

Some of Bangkok’s finest local and expat LIVE BANDS and DJS bringing you ROCK music to a party to ROCK your night.

Expect rock music of all ages from the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, 2000s-Now!

– Live Bands: The Reapers, Plague Pits
– DJS: Rory Breaker-Morant / Aopsher

Date: Saturday, 25 November 2017
Doors Open: 10 PM
Cost: 300THB – Complimentary Drink*
Location: Check Inn 99 1/1 Sukhumvit Soi 33, Sukhumvit Rd, Klongtan Neua, Wattana. Bangkok, Thailand 10110

How To Get There:

1. Take BTS to Phrom Phong Station and walk to Sukhumvit Soi 33, stay on the left side and it’s just 2 mins inside soi and you’re there.
2. Walk, take motorcycle, or taxi cab

Then tomorrow afternoon from 3:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. you have the Sunday jazz featuring the William Wait Quartet. A regular occurrence come hell or high water for over four years now.

The William Wait Quartet are featured every Sunday afternoon at Checkinn99 for the Jazz jam

Photos by Eric Nelson Photography

After the jazz jam a Bangkok premier screening of the concert film “ONE NIGHT IN PHUKET” – featuring performances by JIMMY FAME, COLIN HILL, JEFFREY SEVILLE , PATRICK CHUA & many more of the island’s best musicians. The Rotary sponsored event took place last July at the New Roadhouse, Karon Beach.

Jimmy Fame is also known as the author Jim Newport when he wears his writing hat. Jim is the author of the popular Siam Vampire series.You can check out his author page here.


Jim will be present to introduce the film and a DVD will be available for sale with all profits going to the Rotary Club of Patong Beach’s HELMETS FOR KIDS CHARITY. Stop by and buy a DVD


After the film you can check out the Chris Coles art exhibit, which may or may not become a permanent fixture. It’s quite a spectacle and not to missed.


You can read Paul Dorsey’s review of the Coles exhibition in the Nation here: 

Blues man Jimmy Fame

If you cannot make it early come at 9:00 pm and catch Keith Nolan’s Cottonmouth. There a rumors that Jimmy may jam with Keith and company for a song or three.


If you are looking for a good time this weekend work Checkinn99 into your rotation. There is something for everybody. It explains to me why the hardest working publican in Bangkok and a great friend of the art scene can be found taking a well deserved power nap at the back lounge between the constantly changing events.

Checkinn99’s Chris Catto-Smith flanked by portraits of noir poet John Gartland and author Christopher G. Moore by the artist Chris Coles as he grabs a well-earned power nap. A portrait of the late Mama Noi is shown above the plush red couch.


So there you have it: Rock This Way, Sunday Jazz, a film premier of Jimmy Fame and Friends with MC and blues singer Jimmy Fame, Chris Coles art exhibit, Keith Nolan and Cottonmouth and a night of the Blues.  All in one weekend at the new and neon highlighted Checkinn99.




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Soho Crime has a new collection of short stories featuring the following authors: Colin Cotterill, Helene Tursten, Mick Herron, Martin Limón, Timothy Hallinan, Teresa Dovalpage, Mette Ivie Harrison, Ed Lin, Stuart Neville, Tod Goldberg, Henry Chang, James R. Benn, Lene Kaaberbøl & Agnete Friis, Sujata Massey, Gary Corby, Cara Black, Stephanie Barron and a Foreword and story by Peter Lovesey.

An excerpt from Colin’s Bio taken from his short story, There’s Only One Father Christmas, Right?:

Colin Cotterill is the author of twelve books in the critically acclaimed Dr. Siri Paiboun series, which is set in Laos in the late 1970s after the Communist takeover, and which feature a septuagenarian coroner-detective, Dr. Siri and an offbeat entourage of misfit associates who help him solve crimes. His fiction has won a Dilys Award and a CWA Dagger in the Library. He is also the author of the Jimm Juree Series set in Thailand. In addition, Colin is a professional cartoonist and has been involved in several non-profit and humanitarian organizations in Australia and Southeast Asia.

Colin lives at an undisclosed location in the south of Thailand with his wife and six, er, make that seven well-groomed dogs. He doesn’t do Facebook but his email is not hard to find if you want to reach him.

Author Colin Cotterill in the south of Thailand with a few of his dogs.

This is Colin’s second interview at Thailand Footprint:

KC: Let’s say you are God for a week or alternatively, a writer of fiction. Some say it’s close to being the same thing. How would you change the world?

cc: Last month I stood up to my knees in the surf and threw a bottle into the Gulf of Siam. It wasn’t revenge for all the trash that’s tossed up on our beach every monsoon season. It was a message. Yes, a message in a bottle. How romantic, you say. A German newspaper had asked arty people like myself to write a message for world peace and harmony, seal it in a bottle and dispatch it from the nearest body of water. When washed up and opened – hopefully two continents away rather than at the other end of our beach – the finder would contact the newspaper and the world would be united in love. Right, I didn’t expect that to work either. But it did give me a chance to spread Dr. Siri’s philosophy. Here’s his message. Do with it as you wish.

The world is vast and I am microscopic.

I despair because micro-me cannot rid the world of all its shit.

But I have a postage stamp of land and a shovel.

So, hear my mini-battle cry.



KC: Tell me about your Mom, or if you prefer, your Mum. Just enough to make you uncomfortable. What did she teach you to do well? What did she teach you not to do?

cc: A few months after my thirteenth birthday I said ‘fuck’. It wasn’t the first time I’d said ‘fuck’ but on this occasion it was ill-timed and traumatic because I said it in front of my mother. I’d learned the word from our neighbour, Hilda who had an absentee husband, three kids and hygiene issues. Our block of terraced council houses did not lend itself to privacy and there was a lot that went on at Hilda’s that my mum would have preferred I didn’t pick up. The word ‘fuck’ was one such nasty and mum’s disappointment burned into me like a brand. In the sixty-two years that my mum and I were sharing a planet I never heard her swear. Even if ‘dash’ crept from her cake-not-rising lips, she would look around, blush and say ‘sorry’… even when she was alone. I’m not saying my mother succeeded in cleaning up my mouth. I played rugby and ‘gosh’ just didn’t cut it when you were forearmed by a gorilla. But she did teach me restraint. She also taught me to be nice to people I didn’t like (Bear this in mind, K). She was friendly to all our neighbours in our slummy little street, even Hilda. “A smile doesn’t cost anything”, she’d say. And when I’m riding my bicycle around the village I can always muster a free Ethel Cotterill smile. It works.

KC: You are involved in an anthology of short stories: The Usual Santas: A Collection of Soho Crime Christmas Capers. What’s it all about? It’s November after all. 

cc: Actually, I haven’t read it. I can only tell you about my role in it. A couple of years ago, Soho got in touch and suggested the project. I was busy but I immediately agreed and, at the time, I didn’t know why. when I first wrote for Soho in 2004 it was really a little Mom and Pop publishing house in a crumbly old building in Chelsea. they had a full time staff of four.

Kyoko and I stopped by earlier this year on our way through New York. they’d moved. not far but certainly up. my first impression was how young the dozen or so full-timers were. how enthusiastic. how knowledgeable. I was really out of my depth. these days, I have trouble making complete sentences. I couldn’t even keep up with them drinking, and that’s my best card. the word they used a lot was ‘family’ and I guess they saw me as great-uncle Col. (all right. perhaps not great.) and they were right. they’re still a family business and I think that’s why none of the writers they contacted for The Usual Santas refused them. authors sign up for smaller houses like Soho because they don’t want to be a line in a barcode.

sual Santas

 A line-up of Soho Crime authors including Sujata Massey, Peter Lovesey, Stuart Neville, Cara Black, Martin Limon, and Henry Chang.

KC: In 1959 Ernest Hemingway wrote a preface for a collection of his writings titled: The Art of the Short Story. In it he says many people have a compulsion to write. He didn’t say writers he said, “people”. He goes on to say, “The compulsory writer would be advised not to attempt the short story.”  Do you agree with Papa? Are you a compulsory writer? How is the art of writing a short story different from crafting a novel? 

cc:Ernest (he prefers ‘ernie’ or ‘ern’) and I have had our differences over the years not least when discussing our personal philosophies of short story writing. he doesn’t answer my emails so much since he died but I take that to mean I win. my theory (not about the brontosaurus) is that everyone needs to write as therapy to combat life. not everyone can write a full length novel. it’s a commitment. it’s hard work. it’s annoying. but everyone has it in themselves to turn out short stories. whether they’re good or not is a moot point. it’s getting that baby out of you before it rots and clogs up your urinary tract that’s important.

I’m not a compulsory writer. in fact I’m totally optional. I write to eat. novels are hard work and they just show me how stupid I am. would that I were good enough a writer to stop writing full length books. but, short stories, those I can handle. when Minotaur Books decided my Jimm Juree series would not be paying their executive golf fees and ceremoniously dumped her, I took it upon myself to keep her alive. every two months I’m posting a jimm case file on the net for almost no cost at all. I like her and think that profitability should not be the end all of successful writing. she has fans, so like this I can keep feeding their addiction. I can pop out all the plot ideas I was deprived of sharing by corporate editors. and, when the JJ case files catch on and go viral, I can sit in my Jacuzzi and sip Chivas and say, ‘What do you know, Ern?’

KC: In addition to being an award winning novelist with a loyal following of fans you are also a professional cartoonist and even do the odd book cover now and then. Is cartooning an affliction or pure joy?  Which cartoonists influenced you when you were seventeen? Which ones interest you in your post mid-life crisis years? 

cc: I’ve always seen myself as a cartoonist who writes rather than a writer who draws. I grew up with comics like Beezer and Beano progressing through Mad magazine which left me spoiled for life. I loved Gerald Scarfe’s irreverent sketches of British idiocy and Ronald Searle’s cruel caricatures. I’ve cartooned all my life. I’ve been close to making a good career out of it but no coconut. fate was always ag’in me. a few years back I had it, the idea that would make me a household name; an editorial sports cartoon making fun of the day’s top sporting event called ‘New Balls Please’. I would syndicate it around the world. I put together a sample package with colourful thai stamps and sent them to every English language newspaper in the world. (absolutely true) I sat back and waited for fame to knock on my door.

The packages would have arrived exactly on or a few days after 9/11/2001. Fate.

KC: What is the last biography or autobiography you have read? 

cc: Next month is my writing month. for four weeks I’ll lock myself up in a cave and produce the next book in my Dr. Siri series. and it’s time to talk about the Vietnam war. I’ve been avoiding it for obvious reasons. lot of background reading. I’ve just finished two autobiographies of Americans involved in the conflict. one was ‘Sunsets, Bulldozers and Elephants’ by Howard Lewin who went to Laos with IVS and USAID and ‘A Code to Keep’ by Ernest C. Brace who spent 2,868 days as a prisoner of the North Vietnamese. (some time in the cell beside John McCain’s.). I’m now thoroughly depressed. I’ve never spent a year in a bamboo cage. I did have quite a hard mattress at the OnOn hotel in Phuket once.

KC: Does writing a memoir interest you? If not, why not?

cc: Really, who’d want to read about me?

Rat catchers olympics


Colin Cotterill’s website, which includes a cool gallery of photos of his Mum can be found here.  

Colin Cotterill’s author page at Amazon can be found here. 

You can buy The Usual Santas here. 

Colin’s latest novel is The Rat Catchers’ Olympics (A Dr. Siri Paiboun Mystery). 


Cartoon artwork by Colin Cotterill – Famous Last Selfies


There are a lot of stories written in Thailand about bars, bar-girls, and love. And most of them are crap. This thought made me pause to consider the last good tale I had read which involved that invective trifecta. The answer came easily – it is Tristessa by Jack Kerouac. I read it this summer and again this month. The novella is 96 pages in length, a little longer than The Old Man and the Sea, and not as good.

But it is plenty good from the first sentence (which runs 189 words) on. It’s a story about Jack’s visit to Mexico City where he falls in love with a prostitute, an Aztec Indian girl with Billy Holliday eyes and a heavy appetite for heroin. An unrequited love story and an account of the futility of love, if not life itself. Kerouac was born to raise hell because he knows that he is “born to die”.

Jack falls hard for the junkie Tristessa – the writing is evocative, acutely descriptive, and glum. The novella has two parts. Part II resumes after Jack leaves Mexico City for one year only to return hoping for a delusional save of an uninterested but not uninteresting life. Jack as a Buddhist and Tristessa as a devout Catholic provide two different yet appealing points of view.

“She is giving me my life back and not claiming it for herself as so many of the women you love do claim.”

Written in the 1950s it’s a window into a time long gone and a story that lives on. What was a “new and hauntingly different novel” does not read as fresh as it must have almost 60 years ago but the haunting moments still persist. The novella was first published in 1960. Jack would not live to see another decade, dead at age 47 in 1969.

As the author states, ““The beauty of things must be that they end.” The beauty of Tristessa by Jack Kerouac is that it can be read more than once. I recommend doing just that.


As editor Moniddepa Sahu says, these stories come ‘from the heart of Asia, not from the Western perspective trying to make sense of the quaint and the exotic. The home-grown Asian identity runs as a strong undercurrent, with no need to explain and offer apologetic footnotes.’


The stories in this anthology by Asia’s best known and well-respected contemporary writers and promising new voices, offer fresh insights into the experience of being Asian. They transcend borders and social and political divisions within which they arise. While drawing us into the lives of people and the places where they come from, they raise uneasy questions and probe ambiguities.

Explore Asia through these tales of the profound, the absurd, the chilling, and of moments of epiphany or catharsis. Women probe their own identities through gaps between social blinkers and shackles. A young Syrian mother flees from war-ravaged Aleppo into a more fearsome hell. The cataclysmic Partition of India and its aftershocks; life and death in a no-man’s land between two countries; ethnic groups forced into exile; are all part of the wider Asian experience.

Life flows on in the pauses between cataclysms, bringing hope. Fragile dreams spread rainbow wings…

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Ajarn Doyle during his professorial days in Thailand

Robert Doyle has taken his own background of living in Australia, Southeast Asia, and Canada and crafted a protagonist into his own altered image in his latest novel, Ghosts in the Brothel. Detective Sergeant Tara Street is “A not-yet-over-the hill 42 year old with a bit of distinguished grey in her hair and a shitload of experience in a copper’s job.” She’s an extremely likable, believable and well written character, a good fit for the left leaning politics of Justin Trudeau. If I had to guess I’d say she’s probably a Fidel Castro fan to boot. Like the author she took a life transfer from Australia. She now works for the Toronto Police Department. Wherever she goes there she is, along with the types of characters she thought she had left behind in the Lucky Country. Male authors writing believable female protagonists is not an easy calling. Colin Cotterill gets it right with his female characters and Tim Hallinan has his moments but few other authors come immediately to mind. Doyle hits it deep out of Rogers Centre with Tara Street


I was a bit concerned early-on with a rather clunky and crass metaphor involving the c-word as Americans refer to it or “cunt” as Brits say six times before lunch, but it was merely a setup by another detective for Tara to be properly disgusted. That’ll work.

Doyle has put together a layer-cake of a murder mystery, which gives the reader a taste of Australia, Toronto, Canada, Thailand, and the supernatural, with plenty of icing on top. I have long been a fan of Aussie slang and think my knowledge in that area is the duck’s guts, but I learned a few new ones along the way and appreciate the glossary at the back. Repetition is the key to learning.

“True Friends Stab You in the Front.”

Oscar Wilde, 1854 – 1900 (Heading of Chapter 26 in Ghosts in the Brothel)

Robert, depending on your point of view, has either the good fortune or misfortune to follow Elmore Leonard in my reading schedule (La Brava). Robert is not as good as Elmore. Who is? I’m not as good a book reviewer as Paul Dorsey but there is no reason why we shouldn’t take our swings. I’ll let Robert take some swings at this review later on if he chooses; it’s only fair. Coming in at almost 400 pages I think Ghosts in the Brothel could use a 100 page trim. The characters and settings are top notch. Some of the narrative comes across as forced and doesn’t add to the story, which is a good one. Each Chapter, as the one noted above, also starts with a quote. Some of them quite lengthy. I found myself skipping them as they diverted my attention to a place I didn’t want to go from a place I was happy to be. Stephen King offers good advice about killing darlings and there are many darlings worth sacrificing for the sake of story in this mystery tale.

Kurt Vonnegut, likewise, offers good advice regarding literary criticism:

“I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel or a play or a poem is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or a banana split.”

I agree with Vonnegut 100%. Robert Doyle has written a three scoop treat of a novel in Ghosts in the Brothel. My belly could use less ice cream, these days, is all. The mystery has great insight into the political and policing scenes in Toronto along with the gangster lifestyle. Tara is no stereotypical female found in most crime fiction written by seasoned crime writers. She’s intelligent and independent yet maintains her human sensibilities and frailties in believable fashion. Ghosts in the Brothel is the second in the Tara Street Crime Series. If the third one doesn’t come out soon I’ll be backtracking Tara’s footprints to spy in on her first caper.

Just remember, Robert: you only need to hit 300 to get into the Hall of Fame. Best of luck with the sequel.

The Author Robert Doyle at the age of innocence

Ghosts in the Brothel is available at Amazon and from



British author, Matt Carrell is a man of many good ideas. I genuinely like and admire that aspect of his personality. Most everything starts with an idea. Four years ago Matt had a good idea to meet-up with a successful online entrepreneur who had created a blog catering to readers of Thailand fiction. The thinking was this could help him sell hundreds if not thousands of additional copies of his books in a short span of time. When Matt fell short of accomplishing that goal he then, and only then, contacted me. I’ve always admired a man with a good Plan B.

Author Matt Carrell

Matt Carell has an impressive back list for such a young guy. It includes, Thai Lottery; Thai Kiss; Vortex; the sequel Vortex the End GameBlood Brothers; A Friend in Need; Something Must Be Done and now Crazy Medicine. Most have Thai-centric themes of varying degrees. Matt came close to getting Vortex on the silver screen and learned much about the process of taking a writer’s dream (or nightmare) of turning words into audio and visual art. When that, unfortunately, didn’t materialize (Vortex is reviewed here: Enjoy the Ride), it was back to Plan B. Enter the collaborative process of Crazy Medicine – A Short Film.

It has been four years since Matt and I met at an upscale dive beer bar on Sukhumvit Soi 4 to discuss the finer points of literature and plagiarism. The moment he walked in the joint I could see he was a man of distinction, good lookin’ and so refined.

So let me get right to the point: Matt and I are friends and have been since the fall of 2013, the year this blog was created. With full disclosure out of the way it is my pleasure to review Crazy Medicine, the paperback by Matt Carrell.

Crazy Medicine has been creating a natural buzz in Bangkok artistic circles since the completion of the short film. It is directed by veteran Hollywood cameraman and recent award winning feature film director, Richie Moore. Crazy Medicine was screened just this month in Bangkok on two occasions. The cast / crew responsibilities and scheduling fell on producer James Newman. Newman assembled a great ensemble.

I have not yet seen a screening of the short 22 minutes film but it is impossible to read Crazy Medicine without the vivid images of the following actors popping into my brain: Chris Wegoda (Daeng the handsomely tough drug dealer), John Marengo (savvy veteran journalist), Jon Sampson (showing his versatility once again in his role as sex tourist), Kate Tiger (stunning vixen), Libby Jennings (Emily the millennial crusader), Maythavee Weiss (the pole dancing temptress), and Michael New (as the Man in Brown or Thai cop for the uninitiated). These images are conjured up due to the action packed trailer that was also released this month, which you can see below. The terrific editing and sound over choices were made by Jesse Maddox. John Fengler makes a cameo appearance as himself. The man gets about.

Back to the book. Matt Carrell takes some tried and true paths, some might say well worn, and adds some cognitive swerves into a cohesive and believable story. Matt talks the talk well because he has walked the walk more than a few times around Bangkok’s uneven concrete jungle. The story revolves around the disillusioned millennial in England, Emily dealing with the aftermath of Brexit and a recently elected leader of the free world. Matt impressively sums up the important economic and social issues that well-read people are aware of today, while contrasting modern times with the good old days of blessings past. When Emily gets to Thailand, with her inquisitive nature, there are new experiences waiting for her in the shadows of Thai society that she hadn’t expected. You’ll learn, among other things, that the contents in a Pringles can are not good for your health, mental or physical.

There is plenty of action in a short span of time. The edible delicacies mentioned sparingly are more in line with an entomologist’s taste than a gastronomist’s. That’s good news for readers of pulp fiction. The author humbly admits that a Booker Prize is probably not in his future. Carrell is a skillful writer and definitely not a plodding plotter. He captures western guilt among many other emotions found in the east and west.

I like the thoughts of Elmore Leonard on writing so my chief complaint with Crazy Medicine – A Short Story, is that it is narrative heavy at times. The good news is that Carrell left out the parts that readers skip. Crazy Medicine is a short and bittersweet tale with as many twists and turns as a ride down Lombard Street in San Francisco.

The story has Thai features found in other Bangkok fiction that are “same same but different”. The different and creative elements of Crazy Medicine carried the day. In addition to the quick paced story you get a great and appropriate prologue plus a 10 page background and movie update. The story ends with 1-2 fastball and curve ball pitches.

Crazy Medicine not only left me wanting to see the short film, I found myself thinking a new project should be on the table. A Plan B if you will, in the event a feature film doesn’t result as the short makes the rounds of various world-wide film festivals: The Making of Crazy Medicine – The Movie. I could easily watch an additional 60 minutes of documentary film making involving the actors and crew mentioned above.  As Charles Bukowski said, “Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” There’s no danger of that happening to Matt Carrell or the talented people involved in the production of Crazy Medicine. Best wishes and continued success on the film festival circuit to all concerned.

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Lawrence Osborne has occupied rarefied air in writing spheres since he made a name for himself in New York City over twenty-five years ago. Versatility became a strong suit. His star is shining brighter and rising higher of late since he abandoned the young man’s dying game of journalism for the equally risky life of a full-time nomadic novelist. After making it there he acquired or maintained an animal confidence to make it anywhere. He has lived or visited for stretches in Mexico, Istanbul, Macao, Italy, Greece, Cambodia, and Bangkok where he currently resides in a spacious condominium.  The odds favor that there is no wind chime hanging above the balcony. His grown son lives in Japan.

The British born Osborne ticked all the right boxes to gain proper employment in London or New York with his Cambridge education and short stint at Harvard but opted instead for a pair of traveling shoes. As expats who choose to live in Bangkok go, Osborne brings more social capital to the scene than your typical foreigner living in Thailand. This is to be admired, ignored, envied or derided depending on your own psychological make-up, accomplishments, time management skills, and views on expat society and social standing.

The class conscious and taste conscious (good and bad) Brit was a veteran feature writer for The New York Times Magazine. He’s been published in Playboy, The Wall Street Journal, Salon, The New Yorker, and Men’s Vogue where he penned a monthly column on wine. His literary works are represented by Elyse Cheney and her agency. Ms Cheney made a credible list of the 50 Most Powerful Female Executives in New York City for 2015. Osborne’s non-fiction books include, The Poisoned Embrace, The Wet and the Dry, The Accidental Connoisseur, and Bangkok Days. Recent honors include being selected by the Raymond Chandler estate to write a Philip Marlowe crime novel. The work has been submitted but no publishing date has been announced. His critically acclaimed novel, The Forgiven is now a screenplay to be directed by John Michael McDonagh. In short, life is hard but not right now for Lawrence Osborne.


Beautiful Animals is the third Osborne novel that I have read – Ballad for a Small Player and Hunters in the Dark the latter set in Cambodia, are the other two. I found similar themes in each, along with decadently descriptive prose. The two main characters are young, fit and beautiful females. One slightly younger and more beautiful than the other. “Beautiful as panthers” according to Sam, short for Samantha, an American on summer holiday with her parents, the Haldane’s from New York. The primary setting is the Greek Island of Hydra and the surrounding areas. There Sam meets and falls under the spell of narcissistic Naomi, the dream seeking daughter of a rich British art collector, a hesitant raconteur named Jimmie Codrington. The inevitable island gossip includes rumors that Jimmie once palled around with Aristotle Onassis. Old Bohemians traced back to Leonard Cohen’s day still survive. Jimmie has owned an expensive Hydra home on a hill since the 1980s, filled with precious art. The acrimonious household includes Naomi’s not quite wicked step-mother of Greek origin, Phaine. Funny, her nickname, is snobbish and not particularly humorous when she’s not making a toast or sober. Funny doesn’t make the grade compared to the birth mother. They never do.

The novel is billed as a psychological study. It is. It could also be called a psychological simmer; it never gets up to a full boil, but that’s probably in the recipe Osborne planned to serve. The story is often dark, in places, but as the languid narrative voice states and this reader agrees, “The dark, however, was not a bad place to be.”  Had the author heard a different calling he would have made a fine psychologist. A cruel eye makes for a better diagnostician, no doubt, than a confined therapist. People rarely change in Osborne’s novels and when they do it’s usually not for the better.

There is a resentful maid, of course, a Greek named Carissa who likes to have a laugh at the tourists’ expense. Loyal or not is anyone’s guess in the early stages. A rowboat oar wielding, pot selling local female makes recurring and memorable entrances and exits. Brief shadows of supernatural beings or guilt are also served up, ambiguously. Thankfully, no short-cuts were taken in the spiritual realm.

Pacing is Osborne’s strength yet there are possibly overly descriptive passages that include food and drink of the delicious and expensive variety. There are more feasts than assassins in this tale. Other readers may find the going slow. The story turns early on when Naomi and Sam discover a bearded Arab wearing only track suit bottoms and vagabond thongs. A scheme is devised to help the Muslim migrant for humanitarian reasons. Or not; it’s never clear. The secular Osborne must have had fun pairing godly and ungodly people together. Neither is particularly moral, even when overpaying for baked goods. That’s the desired message to consider.

Bad things happen to not so good people without a whole lot of action or dialogue going on at times.

The most likable character is a no longer dashing but still refined 70 year old sleuth, Mr. Rockhold. I enjoyed Rockhold for many reasons including his prudent choice of red wine. In Osborne’s fictional world the investigator wears a Panama hat (not a Fedora) and politely holds it to one side as he introduces himself to a panicking Naomi. The migrant, Faoud, turns out to be refined and educated as well and has a musical background. He later trades in his sandals for a pair of $600.00 shoes. A mistake, and the chase is on.

If there is a weakness to the storytelling in Beautiful Animals it is the believability of the plot points, big and small. Had the manipulative animal been American and the persuadable animal been from England I doubt even the author would have bought into the predicaments that ensue due to poor decision making made by intelligent and affluent people with much to lose. They both, after all, like the reluctant police officers pursuing a dangerous criminal in the tiny Italian settlement of Pian di Sco, cared about their lives, or should have. The fact that the nationalities are reversed does not make the scenarios any more credible. On the plus side before the plot points are made, misdirections and uncertainty are the norm.

There may be some worlds where a father can keep an audible secret concealed from his daughter for thirty years but none that I have been around. Osborne makes up for these lapses with his keen sense of observation and a breakdown of manipulation, apathy, meaninglessness, morality, religion, and greed. These elements coupled with the pacing make this a quick and sinister read.

Beautiful Animals should enjoy brisk sales on the East coast of the USA and with those who have summer homes in desirable locales. Hollywood will also likely take notice. I enjoyed and recommend Beautiful Animals by Lawrence Osborne. But, I am looking forward to his take on Philip Marlowe. That should go down a treat. Lawrence Osborne knows that the best way to get a handful of simmering eggs to hard boiled is to turn up the heat.

Beautiful Animals is available at all the usual outlets. Published by Hogarth Press.

  • ISBN-10: 0553447378
  • ISBN-13: 978-0553447378

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