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I've read the reviews and nothing comes close.

I don't want to fall victim of saying he reminds me of such and such a writer.

Because it isn't the case.

He writes of  a Bangkok that is 25/7.

Secondly, he knows the scene well.

Thirdly, do yourself a favor and read the book.

It might just jolt those memories.

There's a Bangkok for everyone.

I can hear the author laughing.

'But do they know my Bangkok?' I can imagine the scribe asking.

He's a poet who doesn't mind strutting his stuff in the prose department.

In this book, he's merged the two styles together.

His poems get under your skin, infiltrate the blood system, then eventually numb then destroy the nervous system.

'I got you under my skin.'

It's a slow delivery.

Ritualistic killings.

Who hasn't chased the dragon?

Origami.

Ceremonial tea for two.

Let's trim a Bonzai while we're at it.

And just when you thought I'd lost the plot.

You get the feeling that a puppeteer is pulling the strings, he’s a pretty good narrator too. He’s an immortal and his eyes have seen a lot. There will still be more carnage to witness but if he can help out a fellow writer, it’s in his powers to do so.

That scene at the end of Fight Club, with  The Pixies song, 'Where is my Mind?' gives you a clue of how the book may end.

The blind vocalist, revenge of the dispossessed class you may ask. They had nothing to lose, a few explosions later, the beggar brigade did the dirty work of those high above, so high they were beyond reproach.

What did the beggars have to lose? They had been paid off, enough to last their extended family two years in food and whiskey.

Then, the double-tap. It’s always that way. Get them when they think the worst is behind them.

‘…destabilisation is sent from upstairs, since they can’t get Joe Public to vote the right way.'

It sounds familiar. There’s nothing like a good pandemic to get Joe Public in line.

To get you into the groove of  Resurrection Room: Bangkok: dark rhetoric
by John Gartland, try listening to  Airstrip - Phnom Penh to Bangkok: 17 Planekillaz.

"We rode with the immortals on the night train to Nong Kai.'

I know what you mean pal.