lunamoth
Episcopalian
Hello, Perhaps this should go in the lounge, but I wanted to bring this book to the attention of our Buddhist and Buddhism-interested members. Its a work of fiction by John Burdett and it's the first gritty-mystery-thriller-featuring-a-devout-Buddhist I've ever come across. Maybe it's a whole genre I've just previously missed! Anyway, from the dust-cover:
I'm about half-way through and it's been a fun read so far, and pretty good prose as well. I hope the mods won't mind if I copy a fun paragraph here:
What do you think?
lunamoth
Witnessed by a throng of gaping onlookers, a charismatic Marine sergeant is murdered under a Bangkok bridge inside a bolted-shut Mercedes-Benz. Among the spectators are the only two cops in the city not on the take, but within moments one is murdered and his partner, Sonchai Jitpleecheep--a devout Buddhist and the son of a Thai bar girl and a long-gone Vietnam War G.I.--is hell-bent on wreaking revenge. On a vigilante mission to capture his partner's murderer, Sonchai is begrudgingly paired with a beautiful FBI agent named Jones and captures her heart in the process. In a city fueled by illicit drugs and infinite corruption, prostitution and priceless art, Sonchai's quest for vengeance takes him in a world much more sinister than he could have ever imagined.
I'm about half-way through and it's been a fun read so far, and pretty good prose as well. I hope the mods won't mind if I copy a fun paragraph here:
Hope that is readable; any typos are mine since I copied it.Between the two incompatible worlds of waking and sleeping my mind reverts to the dildo garden at the Hilton. Meditation is just a way of preferring reality to fantasy, as our abbot used to say. He would not have been put out by that small forest of cocks, though he might have had a problem with the Hilton. (He is referring to a shrine to a tree, honored by 300 phalluses, remaining on the property of a new Hilton Hotel.) Like many of our country abbots, he retained much of the shamanism of pagan times and liked to predict the future. Once he foretold the winning numbers in the national lottery, just for fun, but hid the paper on which he made the prediction until after the deadline for purchasing tickets, so as not to corrupt his monks. There will be a massive shift of power from West to East in the middle of the twenty-first century, caused not by war or economics, but by a subtle alteration in consciousness. The new age of biotechnology will require a highly developed intuition which operates outside of logic, and anyway the internal destruction of Western society will have reached such a pass that most of your resources will be concentrated on managing loonies. There will be TV news pictures of people fleeing from supermarkets and pressing their hands to their heads, unable to take the banality anymore. The peoples of Southeast Asia, who have never been poisoned by logical thought, will find themselves in the driver's seat. It will be like old times, if your time line stretches back a few thousand years.
What do you think?
lunamoth