I have been in a
conversation with author Jonathan Hayes on Facebook and others have joined our
discussion about filters in book publishing and what they may look like in the
Ebooks and epublishing has
many people talking about leveling the playing field. The adult equivalent of
No Child Left Behind idea that allows everyone to become an author. To start
with first principles, in Canada and America people have a history of
"democratization of expression. There has been censorship in the past but in
reality people today can pretty write whatever they want.
A good cover attracts
people to a book. Cover art has a new life in the digital world where so much of
the cutting edge in publishing is happening.
Ebooks are greatest game
changer in publishing to have happened in the past several years. Physical
bookstores are slowly being replaced in the digital world of booksellers. These
books are made from paper. They are electronic. They are called ebooks. By now
most people will have heard about Kindle, iphone, ipad, Nook, Sony and other
readers that allow readers to download books and read them from a computer or
smart phone. Millions of people have bought one of these devices and have
downloaded books on them. Kindle is the clear winning horse so far in this
One feature of the current
climate in Thailand is that rather than trying to see another sides point of
view, people seeking such an examination are shouted down. The heightened state
of emotion translates as either you are on one side or the other. If you try to
seek nuance you may be attacked as being pro-government or pro-red, depending on
what incident, statement, rumour, or policy you choose to examine.
This is a difficult time
for free speech. The only speech recognized as free is that speech which
supports the side of the argument. The reality is that free speech means you dig
into the facts and circumstances and try to keep the emotions out of that
search. Perhaps what has happened is so close, raw, and open that even though
fires are out, the anger, hatred and outrage continue to burn.
Introspection is a valuable asset
in the governed as well as in those who govern them. Introspection along with
consensus is a good definition of how the engines of democracy work. But in 2010
introspection and consensus are threatened with extinction and this is happening
just before the public conversation that needs to be had if people are going to
move on. Otherwise we will risk being permanently stranded in the dead zone
between existential nihilism and sophism with no peaceful exit.
For the last week Ive lived near
one of the front line areas in the conflict between the Government/Military and
the Red Shirted protesters. On 15th, 16th and 17th May I walked along Rama IV,
filming and talking with Red shirt supporters, protesters, onlookers. It was a
mixed bag of people of varying degrees of commitment to the Red causewhatever
that might beas the policies and principles appear to be fractured among a
number of factions. There are those wishing to reinstall Thaksin as prime
minister. Others are bound by a larger social justice and equality
On Monday 17th May I
returned to film and interview people whod gathered in and along Rama IV Road
and the Expressway area. By the third day of fighting, it was less frightening
being on the street. It is strange how we adapt to what is a dangerous,
uncertain environment. The first thing people learn is to distinguish the sound
of firecrackers and from the sound of bullets coming from shotguns, M16s, M79s
and AK47s weapons. These weapons as well as the firecrackers were used at some
stage in during the street conflict. I didnt see any war weapons on the
17th May. That doesnt mean they Red side wasnt armed. It means I
personally didnt see them.
I am writing this 15 minutes before
the curfew starts on Wednesday 19 May 2010. This morning I awoke to gunfire. The
crack of an M16, and if you know that sound, then you understand this isnt the
way to start your day. This is the fourth day I have gone to sleep with the
sound of gunfire in the background and woken up to the same sound.
It has been a long day. The phone
never stopped; neither did emails from readers around the world. For their
support and thoughts I am grateful. I appreciate your concern for my safety.
The SET was torched by
demonstrators in the late afternoon. After 30 minutes fire trucks (3 in number)
came screaming down Asoke. Demonstrators met them with stones. They retreated. A
few minutes later the sizeable crowd started to run as rumours of the army
By Sunday the amount of small arm
fire on Rama IV had increased from the day before. The scene was similar to
Saturday. Groups of people who had gathered inside shophouse doorways, along the
road for about one kilometer, and the hardcore group of Red shirted protesters
who manned the barricades and kept the tyres rolling toward the front
16th, and 17th May for around one and half hours I filmed
and interviewed people who had gathered along Rama IV Road from the Rachadapiesek or Klong Toey intersection to Soi Ngam Dupli.
As the authorities tightened the noose around Rachadaprasong, a second front
opened along Rama IV, including a makeshift stage and speakers, microphones, and
I am not a professional
photographer. Indeed I am not even a very good amateur photographer. What Ive
tried to do is capture the mood of people who have gathered around one of the
main sites where Reds and the Security Forces have clashed. People in the
outside world can glimpse for themselves some of the faces in the crowdin other
words what do the people on the scene look likeand the chaos surrounding the
street barricades. Each day a community of onlookers have gathered drawn by the
spectacle of violence, fire, and explosions.
Tourists checking into a five-star
Bangkok hotel or dining at an upscale restaurant will no doubt recall the
pleasure of receiving a traditional wai from the owner, headwaiter, serving
staff. Pleasure is the key experience, the pleasure of being recognized, being
special, being noticedand all of it unearned. Such deference is the ultimate
free lunch. This is deference lite, the tourist edition. It is part of the
hospitality package like the complimentary arrival drink and fruit basket that
keeps tourists returning to Thailand.
Ive finished the 12th
novel in the Vincent Calvino series9 Gold Bulletsand have been
reflecting over the course of this series, how I have developed not only the
character of the private eye but the villains who seep into each story. The
contemplation has caused me to reflect on how a novelist goes about selecting,
describing and using villains.
There is a Thai expression which
goes like this: ????????
This is a way of recalling a time
of chaos and unrest. Life turns upside down, the world spins out of control, and
emotions are running high. Uncertainty and danger are dance partners crossing
the floor in front of our eyes.
It has been said that the
novel is the perfect form to reflect the modern individuals experience of the
world. His take on the interior social, psychological world. In other words, the
quality of a novel correlates with the ability of the story, characters, and
plot to hold a mirror to the world of full emotional and intellectual
experience. If the mirror distorts or warps the experience, the reader may be
confused, angry or bored.
review for the Grove edition of Asia Hand (July 2010) from Booklist:
"Fans of this long-running series will completely enjoy this novel, and it
should also be highly recommended to readers of hard-boiled detective fiction,
including series set in Bangkok as well as the classic American tough-guy
authors (...Raymond Chandler or, more recently, Robert B. Parker)."
David Pitt, Booklist ... Read More>>
In a recent
interview I was asked how I became a literary legend in Asia. Below
is my reply
Moore Bio sketch into the making of a writer
I was a 13-years-old
newspaper boy on my route one early morning when a freak snowstorm hit. A car
stopped and a small Asian man rolled down the window and asked me if Id like a
ride. At least I think that is what he asked me that morning; I remember that he
spoke what sounded like a foreign language. He swung open the car door. It was
cold and snowing. I got in. He gave me a cup of hot chocolate to drink. Next
thing I woke up in San Francisco. Everything I had was on me that morning. I had
lost my small nest egg.