Finished Vulture Peak, by John Burdett, the fifth installment of his detective series. I believe Eleanor of Aquitaine and some others have also been reading the series, and I’m pleased to report Burdett seems to be back up to speed. Gone is the smarmy metaphysical crap that Burdett was starting to get bogged down in, and I have to wonder if this is a result of the very poor reviews the previous installment, The Godfather of Kathmandu, garnered. But I would rank this very close to his first one, Bangkok 8. This time it’s organ trafficking in Thailand, which I’m not aware the country is such a center of, but never mind, it makes a good story. The bad thing is the story turns rather stupid in the last 50 pages. But I still recommend it.
Some notes for fans of the series:
Dr. Supatra makes another appearance, and she is obviously a fictionalized version of the real-life Pornthip Rojanasunand.
Burdett previously used real bar names for the Nana Plaza red-light area, but this time he uses all fake names. One thing that is spot on though is the explosion in transvestite bars there in recent years. And they’re driven largely by the Japanese-businessman trade. The Japanese love them. I’ll never forget one time at Nana Plaza, I was sitting at Big Dog’s Bar right at the entrance of Nana, with a seat at the rail, watching the comings and goings. It’s a good view of the entrance. Here comes this little middle-aged Japanese guy from inside Nana, pulling behind him these two slender, tall Thai transvestites he’s just barfined from one of the bars. He’s positively running to the taxi, can’t wait to get his treasures back to the hotel, heh.
So he’s right about that. But Burdett is wrong that until recently there were only heterosexual bars there, as Casanova Bar, the granddaddy (grandma?) of all transvestite bars predates even my time in Thailand. (Second floor, back in the left-hand corner.) From the book, Burdett’s description of the Lonesome Cowboy transvestite bar being on the ground floor toward the back tells me he really means Obsession Bar (google it if you dare, heh :D).
Patong Beach in Phuket is exactly as described. It’s almost as wild as Pattaya. Almost. And yes, Soi Crocodile is the street down there of all-transvestite bars. Odd that Burdett emphasises in a foreword that he describes a pre-tsunami Patong but then makes reference to the tsunami twice during the story. And Patong has pretty much snapped back from the disaster anyway.
His comparison of Bangkok and Pattaya is spot on. Bangkok contains sleaze, but it’s hidden to some extent. It’s possible to visit Bangkok and not ever see any sleaze. Or at least not much. But Pattaya is a modern-day, open-air, citywide, in-your-face, no-holds-barred Sodom and Gomorrah.
Reference is made to fin, which you can probably guess from the text means “opium.” Just to confirm. And it’s actually pronounced feen.
The hero and another cop visit the fictional Shangri-La Bar in Patpong 1 (not to be confused with Patong down in Phuket). There really aren’t any flash bars anymore in Patpong 1 like the one they visit. They’re all looking rather old and dismal. Soi Cowboy and Nana Plaza are the jumping places now, but old-timers such as myself do enjoy the relatively quiet atmosphere of Patpong, and we feel comfortable there. The only bars that could even come close to what Burdett describes as the one they visit on Patpong 1 are actually on Patpong 2: Bada Bing (yes, like in The Sopranos, Club Electric Blue and The Strip. But then they leave and go to Patpong 2, and here Burdett does something interesting. They go to a blowjob bar called Wallabi upstairs in Patpong 2. Now, there is a blowjob bar upstairs in Patpong 2, and it’s called Linda’s Place. However, he uses the name Wallabi, which I feel is a nod to the long-running Kangaroo Club blowjob bar back over in Patpong 1. An institution, the Kangaroo is accessed from the ground floor, but then you walk up a flight of stairs immediately. Even though he’s a block off, I’d bet money Wallabi is supposed to be Kangaroo Club.
Burdett seems to feel Shanghai is more crowded than Bangkok, but I dunno. I’ve been in Shanghai, and I think Bangkok is more crowded.
So those are my notes. It’s a good story if you can forgive the last 50 pages. A worthy entry in the series. Oh, and I realized the other day I know a Thai with the same surname as the hero, Jitpleecheep. I’m not sure she’s aware of these books.
Next up: Inferno, by Dan Brown. I think it got a bad review in this or last month’s thread, but Brown always gets bad reviews, and we usually find him okay. Plus the book was on sale. The wife has read it first, and she said it was okay but didn’t want to discuss it until after I’d read it.