Wednesday, 31 March 2010
It's disappointing that I have to charge so much, but with the exchange against the dollar getting worse, and the cost of freight so high, there is little margin to play with.
That said, however, I feel that it is better to try and get my stock of books into the public domain and hope for recommendations. I don't see why not! I keep reading some of my book and have to confess that I find it rather good; but then I would, wouldn't I?
I have also put my name down for a craft fare, where I can again try and sell the books. Not only my books; I shall try and sell some of my games there as well.
Friday, 12 February 2010
Author: Kevill Davies
Pages: 390 Hardback
Publisher: Eloquent Books, New York
It is always a pleasant surprise when an author springs up close to home. Kevill Davies is a well-known contributor to The Reader and local resident who has achieved a great deal in writing this book.
A cocktail of drugs, prostitution, blackmail and corruption, it is an action thriller set in Thailand against a background of the aftermath of the 2004 Tsunami. The plot develops in a lively and fast-moving manner. The central character, Jack Benson, is a wealthy ex-banker who tires of life in the City after the unexpected death of his wife whom he loved. He travels to Bangkok in search of a business opportunity and there he meets his Apsaras – two beautiful young Thai sisters - who become his muses and inspiration. Then drifting into his life comes Peaches, an enchanting half-Thai doctor locked in an unhappy marriage ..............
His original intention is to invest in a casino, but following a visit to Cambodia Jack decides instead to set up a refuge for mistreated women who have nowhere else to go. The victims arrive - each with her own history of beatings, drunkenness, poverty and cruelty. Jack feels himself drawn close to them and aspires to be another King of Siam, surrounded by a harem of lovely girls. However, affairs of the heart are rarely straightforward as he soon discovers. This paradise cannot last forever and there are evil forces at work which seek its destruction. The mounting tension is skilfully built towards the final showdown.
The writer has clearly done a great deal of research in Thailand. The text deserves some stricter editing plus greater attention to punctuation, which is sometimes haphazard. One suspects that the human stories he recounts are, in fact, not far from the brutish reality many impoverished people in difficult circumstances endure.
Reviewed by Christine Price
Christine was born in Cornwall. She graduated from the University of London with Honours in Geography and Social Anthropology. She spent 12 years as an expat in Nigeria, Malawi, Qatar and Hong Kong before returning to the UK to work in the financial sector. At present she and her husband, Len, divide their time between a cave in Galera, Granada and their flat in Mojacar.
Sunday, 24 January 2010
To date I have still not heard from the Bangkok Post or The Nation, the Bangkok English language newspapers. Nor have I heard from the Shangri-La hotel. I thought I might have had a thank you note, acknowledging that they are in receipt of my book.
Monday, 31 August 2009
‘Hurry father. It’s coming quickly,’ they exhorted him. ‘Leave everything. Come on.’
‘I can’t leave the money,’ he argued as only those who have suffered penury would.
The wave was preceded by a strong surge of water pushing away everything in its path. It, relentlessly, rose up the beach and hit their bar along with all the other bars and shops that had been busy with the morning trade. Duan chased after the girls stuffing notes of money into his pockets as he shuffled towards the road. He could hear the increasing roar behind him but didn’t stop to look for fear of what he might see. In no time it reached them. They only had time to leave the beach and race across the road, the girls ten yards ahead of their father before the first surge and then the wave hit them.
The tsunami struck the island of Phi Phi, off Thailand’s western coast, just after ten thirty on Boxing Day morning 2004, with waves of up to twenty feet crashing on to the beaches and rushing through and across the island.
The force of the water surge was awesome but the sisters, throwing themselves onto a staircase leading to a first floor terrace were soaked but were able to scramble to safety. Phailin was the first to pick herself up, water pouring from her jeans, and look behind for Ratana and her father. Ratana was right behind her, almost completely drenched, but she could hear her father shouting from below. He was holding onto a telegraph post, thirty feet away with a surging current flowing between them. ‘Hold on father!’ she screamed but could see no way of reaching him. The noise was deafening as millions of tons of water surged passed and the cries of hundreds of people, frightened as they’d never been before, struggling to save themselves and family, rose above the cacophony. Some people were trying to capture the event on their cameras and videos. Mothers clung onto their children for fear of losing them as they watched the water level rise up the building. Men watched, feeling helpless in the face of such a powerful adversary.
When he turned round to see, his eyes fell on, not one but two Thai girls, stark naked, standing by the doorway with the door almost closed and one of the girls looking back along the corridor. They were panting and obviously nervous about being followed. The sight caught Jack unawares and it was a few seconds before he could address them.
‘Can I help you ladies?’ he enquired and regretted it immediately as it was only too obvious they needed help. More aware now, he rushed into the bathroom and gathered two towels and threw them to the girls so that they could cover themselves. They had closed the door behind them, happier that their pursuer had given up the chase, and turned to face the occupier of the room.
‘Sorry,’ said Phailin softly ‘Man follow us, I know not what to do.’ She spoke in English as the man before her was clearly either English or American.
‘I see,’ said Jack although what he was seeing was not that clear. ‘Would you like me to call hotel security?’
‘No, no thank you,’ they whispered together. ‘We not stay here. We not residents.’
Jack was beginning to see more clearly now but he didn’t have time to follow up as there was a knock at the door as his breakfast arrived. The girls became alarmed.
‘Get into the bathroom, quickly and shut the door,’ said Jack, gesturing with his arms and head, ‘and don’t make a sound.’
The twins needed no second urging in case it was their ex client and dashed into the bathroom shutting the door quietly behind them.
At a quarter past seven, a man with a cello took the stage to muted, expectant applause. When he left an hour and a half later it was to a standing reception; a tearful tribute to a very special man on a very special quest.
Dr Beat ‘Beatocello’ Richner performs the free concert at the Jayavarman V11 hospital each Saturday. It is a mixture of music, mostly by Bach, and a talk on the health crisis in Cambodia with special reference to his own field of Pediatrics and the treatment of HIV infected mothers. At the end of his performance he asks the young for blood, the old for money and the “in betweens” for both.
He had worked in Phnom Phen in 1974/5 and was compelled to leave under the Pol Pot regime and returned to his native Switzerland. He returned in 1991 to rebuild the Cambodian children’s hospitals, Kantha Bopha 1 & 2 in the capital and Jayavarman V11 in Siem Reap. He has devoted his working life to saving those of the poorest in this desperately unfortunate country.
Jack was in no doubt that he had witnessed something special that night and although he wouldn’t meet Dr Richner, he would not forget him either. That man deserves a Nobel Prize, he thought.
All the outfits except the exercise dress were to be distinctive Thai style. The exercise dress was a very short dress which came with the neck line cut to reveal a minimum of cleavage. The twins nearly always wore theirs and Jack had an apsara embroidered on their left breast to distinguish them.
The refuge was now run on a quasi-military basis. Jack felt that it was good to give the day structure as it helped introduce discipline to the lives of the Angels; essential, he thought if their personal development was to reach fulfilment.
The daily routine ran as follows:-
6:00 am. Wake up to the sound of beating drums.
6:10 am. Tai Chi. The Apsarases would run the practice of the short routine.
6:30 am. Breakfast.
7:00 am. Studies. Thai language and history, Maths and English.
8:00 am National Anthem, followed by more studies.
9:00 am. Duties.
2:00 pm. Lunch followed by afternoon rest
4:00 pm. Arts and Hobbies
6:00pm. National anthem followed by supper and after dinner entertainment or TV
The Tai Chi routine to start the day was ideal, for like a school assembly, it brought everybody together to go through a routine which apart from the healthy exercise promoted good poise and balance. The concentration needed, put all other thoughts out of the head and allowed the mind to be cleansed ready for the new day.
‘You’re going to take me back to my husband aren’t you?’ she screamed. ‘That’s what all this is about, isn’t it?’
‘Get your shoes on you bitch and hurry up,’ she was ordered again by Aisha, impatient to be away.
Farah walked over to her bed and reached under the pillow for the pistol that Kiet had left her. She had hoped that she would never have to use it, but she had no choice now. As she came up she turned and faced Aisha whose face drained of color when she saw the weapon. Her fear was almost tangible as she realized the danger. She hadn’t expected any resistance and carried no pistol of her own, certainly not expecting Farah to have one.
‘You wouldn’t,’ she said quietly, her menace evaporated.
Farah, who wouldn’t have killed an ant if she could help it, had no compunction in pulling the trigger. She hadn’t liked this woman from the first time she saw her and she now knew that her dislike was well founded. Aisha was there at her husband’s command to take her back to a fate she couldn’t face; a fate that would include her being stoned to death. She would be taken into the country, covered with a sack so that she couldn’t see her assailants or move freely. Her body would be placed into a hole in the ground, buried up to her stomach or neck so that she couldn’t even try to run and then she would be pounded by stones and rocks until finally her body could take no more.
She pulled the trigger and as the startled but now quite dead Aisha slid to the ground, Farah prayed to Allah for forgiveness; not only for killing another human being but for what was to follow.
Saturday, 29 August 2009
Saturday, 25 April 2009
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Fate Connects the Lives of Widowed Englishman and Orphaned Thai Twins in Sweeping Romantic Drama
At 3:00 A.M. on Boxing Day, 2004, a woman dies in
Jack Benson, a retired banker of 45, has spent the two years following his wife’s unexpected death touring the world to escape his memories and seek a new direction in life. Unexpectedly, he becomes embroiled in the seedy world of the Thai sex industry and encounters the twin daughters of the man who died in the same instant as his wife.
Now with the help of the twins and a lovely American immunologist, Jack finds himself on a new path that transforms life both practically and spiritually. But Jack soon discovers that the course he has chosen is not an easy one and matters of the heart rarely stay simple for long in the breathtaking love story of Apsaras.
Publisher’s website: www.eloquentbooks.com/Apsaras.html
About the Author: As the son of a serviceman, author Kevill Davies grew up in
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Tuesday, 21 April 2009
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Sunday, 12 April 2009
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