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Book Review: Unusual
Wealth
by Lang Reid
Unusual Wealth was first published in 1998 by Asia
Books and was written by Gregory Bracken. The flyleaf gives no biography
or history on the author and I must admit a net search turned up only the
review book itself, so I am led to believe that this may have been his
first published effort.
Following the Asian economic crash of 1997 and the
financial examinations and internal recriminations that ensued, the phrase
“unusual wealth” became to be definitely in vogue in Bangkok at that
time. The book is certainly set in Bangkok too, with numerous geographical
references to show that Asia Books’ Gregory Bracken is more than
fleetingly conversant with the City of Angels. And also its architecture.
The
novel is about a Bangkok property development company and its architecture
department. The head of the department has been found dead in rather
bizarre circumstances and the two people below him in the company are the
central characters in the drama.
Despite some misgivings about the speed of the
narrative and some side issues that had no real bearing on Bracken’s
plot line, the story unfolds very gradually and does not lead you straight
to the end game of the thriller. In fact it is not till three quarters of
the way through the book that you begin to believe that perhaps the butler
didn’t do it after all!
Some of the character sketches tend to be a little
repetitive, and I could not help but feel that the author had used the cut
and paste facility of his word processing programme more than a couple of
times through the manuscript.
The ending I personally found unsatisfactory, even
though it had a “Thai” feel to it, and I believe that the author could
have tried a little harder at that point. It was almost as if he mentally
said, “Whew! I got there!” when in actual fact he had not. The tiny
little chapter at the end is a poor substitute for a really well thought
out ending.
I found the writing style a little too much in the
“creative writing” genre. Such passages as, “There is a thrumming
undercurrent of unease in the office this afternoon - like the sound in a
forest which remains unnoticed until after the wind has died down; only
when the leaves stop rustling does it make its presence felt,” are just
a little over the top for me. Follow that up with, “The thrumming
undercurrent of unease I felt earlier makes its presence felt again, and
I’m alone in the forest” and it is certainly over the top.
The review copy was made available by Bookazine and is
on sale in all its branches for 385 baht. It is therefore not an expensive
read. Even if I did have reservations, never the less, it was an
entertaining story, set in a city that most of us recognise instantly. For
me it would be a great book to take on a plane. It is not too long, not
too bulky and not too demanding upon one’s attentive senses.
Movie Review: Session
9
By Poppy
Fear is a place, oh so true. A real old fashioned scary
movie, this deliberately slow-paced mystery-horror film is steeped in
atmosphere, set in a very creepy insane asylum that closed 15 years
previously. The director tries to keep the audience involved by switching
between the different characters yet keeping the eerie feeling present in
the background. Subtle clues are given frequently as the film unravels.
An asbestos clean-up man named Gordon (Peter Mullan)
takes the job of fixing up the asylum and rashly promises to do it in a
week. He brings his usual crew along: Phil (David Caruso), would-be lawyer
Mike (Stephen Gevedon), Hank (Josh Lucas) and Gordon’s nephew (Brendan
Sexton III). The five men don protective gear and venture into the eerily
vast and vacant spaces and corridors of the hospital.
It doesn’t take long before each of the men becomes
obsessed with some little thing on the job. Mike begins listening to long
forgotten audiotapes of a therapy session, while Hank discovers a hoard of
old-time coins and treasures buried in the wall. As for Gordon, he’s
having trouble at home, but the details are only gradually revealed to us.
The men slowly begin to bicker amongst themselves, discord aggravated by the
fact that Hank is now sleeping with Phil’s girlfriend and loves to taunt
him about it.
The
horrors in “Session 9” are all internal - there are no ghosts or zombies
or chainsaw-wielding maniacs, just shadows, strange images and half-seen
clues. I’m happy to see that in truly scary films.
Just like any horror movie worth watching don’t go for
the most obvious culprit.
Directed by Brad Anderson
Produced by David Collins, Dorothy Au-fiero, and Michael Williams
Screenplay by Stephen Gevedon and Brad Anderson
Cast:
David Caruso...Phil
Stephen Gevedon...Mike
Paul Guilfoyle...Bill Griggs
Josh Lucas...Hank
Peter Mullan...Gordon Fleming
Brendan Sexton III...Jeff
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Mott’s CD review:
Bob Dylan - Time Out Of Mind
by Mott the Dog
***** 5 Star Rating
Electric Troubadour? Or Folk Judas? Lucky man in the
right place at the right time? Or the most creative genius to ever lend a
hand to Rock ‘n’ Roll? This dog certainly leans the way of immortal
rock pioneer.
The Dylan legend was created in a burst of creativity
in the early sixties, which saw the writing of many of his most famous
songs, from “Blowin In The Wind”, via “Mr. Tambourine Man”, and
“Just Like A Woman”, to “All Along The Watch Tower”.
Herein lies the answer to the questions, does he still
matter? Can the man still cut it? For what makes Dylan important and
unique, and so far above the inanity of Paul McCartney or Mick Jagger’s
gaucherie, is that he continues in his efforts to bring meaningful
expression from his life, even as time rolls past. This year Dylan reaches
sixty; will this be the end of an era or the start of something new? And
such ongoing engagement is the sign of a truly great artist. The ability
to change and change your audience is certainly the mark of a leader.
His last studio album, “Time Out Of Mind” (1997)
(He has been out on the road touring incessantly since it’s release,
finding himself more at home on tour now than he has ever been) was a huge
critical success winning all the categories in which he was nominated,
including album of the year at the 1998 Grammy’s. Not bad for an old
man, eh “Boyzone”?
Artistically Dylan is now at the top of his game,
playing with more vim & vigour than has been shown for many a year.
Then again it is peculiarly misguided to treat Dylan albums as one-off
events. Listening to his work is more like taking the Siberian Express,
where the scenery is sometimes startling, sometimes rough, even shabby
occasionally, but most importantly always demanding your attention. Most
tracks on “Time Out Of Mind” are as good as anything Dylan has done
before, and often surpass some of his slightly dodgy work in the eighties.
These songs in typical Dylan style are restless, dissenting, wrathful,
lonely, but heartfelt in their effort to drag a bit of reality out of
feelings created over the last six decades, in his emotional way to add
some truth out of long experience.
Things
have changed of course over the years, these days on stage he dresses
eccentrically, a cross between a gentleman dandy from Mississippi and a
gun slinging Texan cowboy dressed in black. He is less the young poet and
more like an old testament prophet come down from the mountain to cry out
- in a voice as cracked as the tablets which he throws to the ground - the
soothsayer of human affairs.
But the description that definitely still does pertain
to Dylan - as it always will - is that of protest singer, the voice of his
subjects. Not in the narrow, liberal-baby-boomer-turned-pillar-of-society
sense of complaining on behalf of good causes, but as a man who
consistently dissents from, disapproves of and inveighs against this
vulgar forlorn age in which we live. Bob Dylan is an articulate man whose
proclamations on “Time Out Of Mind” are worth hearing. As Dylan sings
in “Not Dark Yet” probably one of the most disturbing songs on this
collection:
“I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving but I’m standing still.
Every nerve in my body is so vacant & numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there”
If that isn’t protest, then what is?
Bob Dylan - guitar, acoustic & electric rhythm, lead, harmonica,
piano, vocals
Daniel Lanois - guitar, mando-guitar, firebird, rhythm & lead
Bucky Baxter - acoustic guitar, pedal steel
Duke Robillard - guitar
Robert Britt - Martin acoustic & Fender Stratocaster
Winston Watson - drums
Cindy Cashdollar - slide guitar
Tony Garnier - electric bass & acoustic upright bass
Auggie Meyers - vox organ combo, Hammond organ & accordion
Jim Dickenson - keyboards, electric piano, & pump organ
Jim Keltner - drums
David Kemper - drums
Brian Blade - drums
Tony Mangurian - percussion
Track Listing
1. Love Sick
2. Dirt Road Blues
3. Standing In The Doorway
4. Million Miles
5. Tryin’ To Get To Heaven
6. Til I Fell In Love With You
7. Not Dark Yet
8. Cold Irons Bound
9. Make You Feel My Love
10. Can’t Wait
11. Highlands
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