This is an excellent novel set in contemporary Bangkok. While technically a thriller, it is written with both the flair and depth that you would want from a `literary' novel. This is proper writing - it begins with a beautifully set scene: `across the river, a city of eight million shimmers like the ghost of a brushfire', and keeps up this standard, with vivid, imaginative metaphors and, of course, plenty of dark Chandleresque wise-cracking from the narrator-hero and his colleague in the Thai police. The novel's central characters are real and complex, not the 2-dimensional types who inhabit pulp thrillers.
Of course, what pulp thrillers have, and many literary novels lack, is pace and plotting. This book is not `literary' in this sense: the plot twists and turns and kept me guessing till the end. There's a particularly neat reversal in chapter 42...
Along with the literary writer's art and the thriller-plotter's craft, we get the benefit of the sensitivity to and insight into another culture of the travel writer. The author lives in Bangkok and his wife is Thai. He weaves the knowledge that this gives him gently but pervasively into the story - I didn't feel lectured, but by the end both had many mental images of Bangkok and, more valuable, the beginnings of an understanding of Buddhism and the way it influences the mindset of Thai people (and, beyond that, a reminder of how different the Eastern mindset is from that of the West).
The story itself... Well, I won't give it away. Suffice it to say it's complex, it does stack up looking back, and it takes us to some very dark places. Too dark? That depends on your taste. Unlike many `noir' thrillers, the darkness is balanced by the family life of the hero, which, though it has its tensions, is loving and honourable. Actually that's another thing I really like about this book. Light and dark, not just Kurtz-like gloom.
I'm looking forward to reading the next in the series.