As I reach the age the author wrote The Big Mango, I appreciate it more than when I was younger.
That doesn't make sense.
There's a great hallucinating scene in the book.
Reality gets bent.
Eddie Dare may well have been spiked with a Rohypnol.
Who hasn't walked the streets of Bangkok wondering where the fuck they are.
I know that sounds harsh.
I always wonder if Eddie Dare was modeled on the author.
We'll never know.
Unless you can catch up with Winnebago, but I'm sure he'll be tight-lipped.
The book for me, is like a vessel for moving images.
A tap on a coffee cup, a swirl of a finger, or a twitch of a set of headlights
It's a moving picture.
It's a potent brew that brings on its own hallucinations.
Trending in the book is Rama IV road.
You might say I'm flogging a dead horse.
The Big Mango is now retro and a far cry from current Bangkok, writes Jake Needham:
Sitting on our terrace and looking out over Bangkok tonight, I could see the headlights of only one single car moving all by itself far off to the west on the Expressway. The absolute stillness and utter silence of a city of nearly nine million people is something I will not soon forget...
