I feel positively SOAKED in the energy that seeps from this orgy of metre and timbre and image. Three times now I have read it, and had to stop, and read parts of it aloud to my Thai garden and the sparrows nesting up high in the eaves.

*"...the archipelago of eyes on the spidery forehead saw the damaged walls spazzing and shifting in and out of the temple.."

The musician in me want to say this is a jazz composition, meant for dark corners, neat whiskey and a warm, sticky night.

Enjoyed, savoured, inspired. Gratitude from Chiang Mai in Northern Thailand, where we find all too many tourist-trash novels and the internet is our salvation.