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The Devil’s Road to Kathmandu – Review at The Dorset Book Detective

A brand new and very kind review of my first novel, The Devil’s Road to Kathmandu, at The Dorset Book Detective. Thanks! A snappy thriller with strong characterisation and witty dialogue, The Devil’s Road to Kathmandu is an entertaining read with as many plot twists as it has droll one liners.   Tom Vater’s novel […]

The Devil’s Road to Kathmandu reviewed at The Crime Segments

“There are plenty of unique, crazy and offbeat characters that fill this novel, and the author has a keen eye for detail.  The part of this story that took place in the Blue Parrot is one of my favorites, and is an excellent example of how the author sets a scene that sucks the reader […]

Tom Vater interviewed by Pat Bertram

I have been interviewed about my first novel, The Devil’s Road to Kathmandu, out now with Crime Wave Press,  on Pat Bertram’s literary blog.

From the Archives: World Cup Retrospective – Axis of Evil Match – USA vs. Iran, 1998

As the Football World Cup opens in South Africa today, I am republishing the only football story I´ve ever written. Watching the World Cup Match between the USA and Iran in Esfahan in 1998, was one of the highlights of my time in Iran. The streets of this beautiful city were crammed with revelers, celebrating […]

The Devil’s Road to Kathmandu – A novel by Tom Vater

When Dan, Tim and Fred, three naive hippies, set off from London to Kathmandu with few funds and a dodgy bus, a drug deal in Pakistan seems like the most common sense way to make the journey pay. But the mountains of the Hindu Kush, a mysterious Frenchman, a set of Iranian Siamese Twins cum nightclub singers, […]

I was on my way to watch a football match between the two most evil countries in the world – USA vs Iran 1998

Getting there is half the fun, they say. That’s what I thought, when the fat cop with the stubble grabbed my nuts in his little roadside shack, a few miles across the Pakistan border into Iran, on the way to Zahedan. ‘You have any drugs? You smuggle anything?’ his stale breath is very close to […]

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