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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.

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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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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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