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This comic crime fiction novel, set in Bangkok, has a hilarious beginning, which includes an unexpected swim in the Chao Phraya river, an ending that had me guessing wrong on a major “who done it” plot point and a middle chock-full of Thai cultural nuances that any expat living in Thailand will find useful today. KICKING DOGS is unlike any Bangkok based book which I have read and I have read a lot. Colorful characters, insightful prose and laugh out loud moments. My only critique is that the protagonist is a journalist, which is never my favorite choice and the book reads at times like a journal – heavy on narrative and light on dialogue. I prefer a balance – you may not care. Set in the boom times of the pre-economic crisis Thailand of the 1990’s, the story-line holds up well today.

It’s a bit of an odd couple story, with Jack the journalist and the City of Bangkok trying to figure out how to live with each other. Hot headed Jack having the tougher time making the needed adjustments.

The journey takes you up close and personal into the lives of two-bit hustlers and crooks who may have a second job working the third-shift as a bargain basement assassin. Also featured is your better than average despicable heavyweight champ of a villain, who goes by the name of Fat Fat. An intriguing, often comic look into the underbelly world of Thailand, where rank has its privilege and if you have no ranking you haven’t got much. Lessons to be learned are plentiful, the one that springs to mind is: “Neither a borrower nor a lender be.” A first-time read for me of author Collin Piprell. I would definitely seek out others. A fun, quick read at 240 pages.
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Visit Collin Piprell, a man for the age at his excellent and entertaining website http://www.collinpiprell.com

Collin, who has also written under the pseudonym Ham Fiske, has written a number of other books including:

Yawn (a thriller) 2000
Bangkok Old Hand (1993, a collection of non-fiction essays)
Diving in Thailand (1993)
National Parks of Thailand (1991)
Thailand’s Coral Reefs (1993)
Thailand: The Kingdom Beneath the Sea (1991)

Collin has a futuristic novel completed. Look for publishing updates here and at his website.

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Artist Chris Coles talks with Author Tom Vater at Bangkok Fiction Night of Noir

(Photo by Aroon Vater)

Last night I was one of the lucky ones in attendance at Bangkok Fiction Night of Noir, held at the historic CheckInn99. It was a night of music, poetry, art, literature readings and a sense of community. A village forming, however briefly, in a city of 12 million souls. The evening started off with British author James A. Newman, the organizer of the event, reading from the works of American author and essayist William S. Burroughs and also his own novel, Bangkok City in an emotional and appropriate kickoff. Bangkok is a city where anything is possible and this evening became possible because of James A. Newman. Good on him.NightofNoirLineup—————————————————————————-

NIGHT OF NOIR lineup: Artist, Chris Coles, author & publisher, Tom Vater, author James A. Newman, poet, John Gartland, author and essayist Christopher G. Moore, author Dean Barrett

Noir poet John Gartland, from England, was next with readings from his very dark and noir poetry. Of the entire lineup I was least familiar with John’s work and I came away thoroughly entertained. It was a thoughtful and at times brutally accurate read. I found myself nodding in agreement many times with his dark assessment of Bangkok and often smiling wryly at the accuracy of it all. Next up was Bangkok legend, playwright, poet and author Dean Barrett with a flawless and insightful reading from his novel, IDENTITY THEFT: ALZHEIMER’S IN AMERICA, SEX IN THAILAND, TANGLES OF THE MIND. Dean is multi-talented and if my 58 year old eyes were not lying there were times the 70 year old Barrett did not have to depend on his glasses. Amazing. Dean is a role model and mentor to many in Bangkok and not just writers. Always witty, always gracious. My only nit with Dean is he carries his very good quality of self deprecation a little too far. I have a theory that sometimes there is a direct relationship between talent and self deprecation and Dean supports my theory. Next up was writer and CRIME WAVE PRESS publisher, Tom Vater. In all honesty, I am much more familiar with how Tom has lived his life than his books. But I can tell you this man knows how to live. Do yourself a favor and Google Tom Vater or CRIME WAVE PRESS if you are not familiar with either. You will not be bored. A very interesting man leading a very interesting life, whom I had the pleasure of meeting for the first time. I’m looking forward to reading and reviewing as many titles from CRIME WAVE PRESS as I can in 2013.

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Portrait of Bangkok author Christopher G. Moore by Chris Coles

Bangkok artist and fellow Californian transplant, Chris Coles is another who is never boring. Chris is a former film maker, a student and master of the visual arts. Chris never disappoints with his presentations. A slide show of his many colorful and vibrant paintings was shown as he was at the microphone. He spoke of the noir movement in Bangkok and summed it up brilliantly in two words: density and velocity. As a professional summarizer of written documents I don’t think you can do any better in summarizing the attraction of the Bangkok night. They are worth repeating: density and velocity. That is the Bangkok night. That is what brings 14 million people on airplanes to Thailand every year. Chris had the pleasure of introducing well known Bangkok author, Christopher G. Moore. Christopher read an excerpt from his short story REUNION from Phnom Penh Noir, about helping a Cambodian refugee get to America, a story where Christopher relayed to the audience there are times when an author meets a character he wrote about – sometimes they are real; sometimes they had been a work of fiction that becomes real. An interesting and entirely believable admission. The story concluded with these powerful words: I don’t believe in capital punishment except for one offense: fucking with people’s hopes and dreams. Put those bastards against the nearest wall and shoot them.

And so this was how BANGKOK FICTION NIGHT OF NOIR concluded. But not really. It was just the beginning of more memorable moments as Chris Catto-Smith, the owner/manager of CheckInn 99 came to the microphone and gave a brief history of the historic cabaret club. Books were bought, books were signed, many pictures were taken and a five piece band, including three female Pinay cabaret singers, which has been performing there for 14 consecutive years, named Music of the Heart, came on . They were great. James A. Newman was great for conceiving the night. It was a night to remember. As Dean Barrett so eloquently pointed out when he thanked the audience for coming out, in Bangkok you have a lot of choices. For anybody who attended BANGKOK FICTION NIGHT of NOIR, it was a very good choice. People drifted out around midnight. The night was still young in Bangkok.

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Tomorrow night is a literary night of noir at the historic CheckInn99 on Sukhumvit Road in Bangkok, Thailand. Formally known as The Copa where celebrities such as Bob Hope were known to attend over 50 years ago. I stole this poster off Tom Vater’s web site of Crime Wave Press. I’ve never met Tom but I’m guessing he won’t mind.

For those looking for something a little different, for those whose first inclination is to say, “no”, say “yes” instead. It’s almost always better. Unless you end up in Jail. In which case, I have a disclaimer around here somewhere …

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I am not a writer. And yet I like to write. I find no incongruity to this. I am not a breatharian yet I enjoy breathing; I like eating an assortment of vegetables but I am not a vegetarian. I could go on. A writer might. How do I define, writer? It’s a good question. Certainly I have made a fair amount of money through the written word. But so have English teachers, accident investigators and email spammers. Writer, to me, conjures up images of a manly man like Ernest Hemingway or a Dapper Dan like F. Scott Fitzgerald. In the fictional world, James Caen comes to mind in the movie, MISERY adapted from a book written by another genuine writer, Stephen King. On the female fictional side, Angela Lansbury from the television series MURDER SHE WROTE is my stereotypical writer, no matter how inappropriate that may be.

I have learned, as I so often have, that I am wrong. There is no such thing as a stereotypical writer or novelist. No generalizations can be made. At least not with any accuracy. Except for one. Writers write, creatively.  And they do it with such regularity that books appear,  electronic ones or old fashioned ones. And I applaud them for doing this. The world is a much better place because of creative writers. A world without creative writers is a world I would not want to live in. Given the choice between creative physical art or the creative thought provoking words of a writer, well, I’ve always been a words guy. That would be an easy call to make.

I like writers. Certainly, not all writers. As Jerry Lewis was purported to have said many years ago, before the internet, before Snopes, “Percentage wise there are just as many assholes in wheelchairs as any other segment of the population.” And if Jerry never said that, well, he should have. My point is that being a writer doesn’t make you a nice person any more than being in a wheelchair for life makes you a nice person. But I have drawn some inferences from the writers I have known and spent some time with, both in California and in Thailand.  Writers like to live.  Writers enjoy living.  More than your average Joe or Jane.  And I have a theory as to why that is. Writers are just a wee bit more aware of one inevitability. One certainty. We die. We all die. Writers, accountants, lawyers, dentists and trust fund aging hippies  alike. The writer has just figured out, earlier than most, that we should make the moments count. Be mindful. Be aware. To paraphrase that old country western song: writers were mindful before mindfulness was cool.

I like to think I have gleaned many good qualities from writers. And the great part about that is, you don’t have to do any writing to do that. Here is what I have learned. Your results may vary. Observation. Writers have helped me observe the world, better. And what a fascinating world we have to watch. Empathy. Writers need this. Writers have this. Encouragement. One writer in California once told me, “The world needs more encouragement.” He had tracked me down in the parking lot of a gym, just to tell me he thought I had worked out hard that day. He didn’t have to do that. But now I try and be more encouraging.  Generosity. Writers are people after all. But these people, that call themselves writers, have been very generous to me. With their time, their advice, their books and their humor.  And I wanted to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of them, here. Well, except for the assholes. You know who you are.

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usually stick with Christopher G. Moore’s Bangkok based fiction. This time he took me to unfamiliar territory: Cambodia at the end of the Pol Pot era, as a country attempts to transition from atrocities and civil war. I am glad I went along for the ride. Moore blends history, colorful characters, current events and descriptive narrative among the best of the Asian thriller and crime fiction writers. While ZERO HOUR was written a few years back the story-line and back story hold up well today and many need to be told and re-told. One story has been back in the news lately- an unresolved jewel theft by a Thai national of a Saudi Prince and the subsequent real life murders that remain a political embarrassment, as well as a real life mystery that fictional detective Vincent Calvino could probably solve in two weeks time. I like Moore’s writing on a number of levels, mostly because he helps me know characters I would like to meet – Colonel Prat and Calvino being just two – as well as enabling me to get to know places and people I prefer to avoid, but in the comfort of my home I find them all a pleasure. Moore does a great job in Zero Hour of depicting two places I hope to never be – a seedy lakeside brothel, which doubles as a murder scene and the inside of a real life Cambodian prison, where life is not just cheap to some it’s worthless. Moore seeks out societies at crossroads and he finds one in Cambodia, but in the process he tells the reader a ripper of a yarn with the added bonus of making us realize how unlucky some people are or conversely how lucky we are. Also worth reading is his Phnom Penh Noir anthology, published just recently – a series of short stories, many of them dealing with the inhumanity of the Pol Pot era.

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