Whisky Magazine Issue 73
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Jefferson Chase looks at a classic tale of Buddhist vengeance.
Thailand was never the sort of place where I would have imagined people drinking much whisky, but I was forced to think again when I read John Burdett's imaginative 2003 novel Bangkok Eight.
The book is a tale of Buddhist vengeance, pitting the hero Sonchi Jitpleecheep – one of the few cops in the Thai capital who's not on the take – against a mysterious network of criminals who inadvertently killed his partner.
Along the way, readers learn a fair bit about Thai culture and society, including its not exactly sombre funeral customs.
Pichai's body will sit in its decorated coffin under a pavilion in the grounds of a local wat, with a band playing funeral dirges all afternoon.
Then at sundown the music will liven up, Pichai's mother will have succumbed to community pressure to throw a party. There will be crates of beer and whisky, dancing, a professional singer, gambling, perhaps a fight or two.
Bangkok, of course, is well known for sexual debauchery, and indeed Sonchai is a half-caste son of a presumably American father and a Thai prostitute mother.
His investigations into his partner's death – brilliant detail: the murder weapon is a clutch of poisonous cobras – quickly take him to one of the capital's red-light districts. There he engages in some non-judgmental reflections on the milieu of his birth.
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