I picked this book feeling a little hungry of my favorite authors aging and less and less prolific. And for once ... jackpot! Four apples or rather four syringes Thai aligned themselves with the bandit. This is crazy, full of allusions and metaphors that make you twist, characters that are neither black nor white but "shades" (Buddhism we are right that the author loves but he gently mocks galore), John calls you and talks to you (and tu te) as did the great Sana to whom we owe the creation of this complicity author-reader. The behavior more "ethically" reprehensible passed without ulcer in my head "farang" scrupulous. Good dosing and serious délirantn hat! Surprising this book .... And it truly feels good to be surprised today by reading ... it becomes unhappily rare .. John gives us the same as the real Kathmandu has really existed during the life of Janis Joplin. Respect ... as we are forced to say "a young" today. This is not the book of the year but it surpasses two heads and three brains banalities that we receive in abundance the Nordic countries. There's no picture! I summarize: the reading is having a very good surprise. No, very good surprises.
