In my dotage I have often given thought to writing a book, just for posterity's sake. With that thought in mind, it perturbs me no end to read books like Out of the Loop by Morgan McFinn, books in which every page jumps out at you with hilariously funny jokes, clever witticisms, and intellectual references to literature and poetry, all marinated in alcohol. It is so annoying because I was planning on using all those jokes, which I'm sure would have occurred to me eventually (they are all so obvious, now that I read them in McFinn's book ... they were just on the tip of my tongue ... or pen ... or something), in my future writing. Now all the funny jokes have already been used up, and there is nothing left for me to write. Very disappointing. Guess I'll just have another margarita and lay out in my hammock instead.
I know Samui. Maybe not as well as MM but enough to know that I'd want not only to live there like MM but to write about it to a deeper degree than Out of the Loop accomplishes. Where are the Thais in his stories? Where's the wonderful street food? Where is the full glory of The fleshpots of Chewang? I had a girl on a scooter almost roll over me to ask if I wanted to go back to her hotel for a pre-dawn workout. I didn't climb onto the seat behind her but I'd never leave it out of the stories I tell.
Good work MM. There's a lot of room for more Thai American culture clash writing.