The Irrawaddy Literary Festival – A Mirror to Burma’s Continuing Uncertainties

I am at the second Irrawaddy Literary Festival in Mandalay, organized by Jane Heyn, the wife of the former British ambassador to Myanmar. This second festival is held in Mandalay and has been in preparation for almost a year. Top writers appearing this time around include Jung Chang, Louis de Bernieres, and Thant Myint U. […]

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The Cambodian Book of the Dead Launch at The Big Green Bookshop in London

The London launch of my new thriller The Cambodian Book of the Dead went off beautifully, with lots of old friends and new readers showing up to my reading. Thanks to everyone who turned up! Commissioning editor Emlyn Rees from Exhibit A Books did the best introduction I’ve ever had and the Q&A was interesting. […]

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I wish I never …. live at Bombyx Stories, Bangkok’s spoken word event

I will be talking, from the hip and to the hippest at tonight’s Bombyx Stories, a regular spoken word even at the WTF (what the fuck) Bar (on Sukhumvit Soi 51) in Bangkok tonight. Other performers include John Gartland, Aaron Grieser, Wesley Hsu, Andrew Kingham, Donald Quist, Mrigaa Sethi, Chris Wise and James Yu. Show […]

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Tom Vater talks Sacred Skin at the Bangkok Literary Festival on YouTube!

Publisher Visionary World have released a short promo clip for Sacred Skin – Thailand´s Spirit Tattoos, featuring a recent talk of mine at Bangkok´s first literary festival, organised by the Neilson Hays Library on May 22nd. The clip, also featuring a few pages from our forthcoming book, can now be seen on YouTube!

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Teaching the Termites – Tom Vater on the pleasures of hotel libraries

I love libraries, bookshops, even a pile of books to look through will do. And I like hotels with a decent library. Most hotels I stay in, whether up-scale, flea-pit or somewhere in between, don’t have libraries. A couple months ago, I was staying at the Z Hotel in Puri, Orissa, India, one of my […]

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