‘Ahhhhhhhh. Tramadol. Goes well with alcohol. Like red wine and cheese, wouldn’t you say? Please, Honey, give Mr. Dylan some tablets. It’s rude to let our guest go without.’

If you haven’t read Fun City yet, then read it just for this line.

There are long movements of The White Album in this futuristic novel set in a place packed with fun.

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup

Maybe I’m talking about The Black Album.

I’ve never read William Burroughs, so any nod to him in Fun City is purely coincidental.

If the book has one line that you can relate too, then the book has succeeded.

When Tramadol waltzes in about 80 percent of the book, you know it’s time to listen up. Take note. Or even drag a comb across your head.

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?

I’ll read it indeed. And I’m taking a look.

This has hints of Vanya Vetto’s stream of consciousness that he maxes out in  Trouble is My Business: Manila where the tramadol aficionado jives in terse disjointed sentences:

‘I’m in the land of Jesus
And Mary
And whores
And Manila’

I’ve read a few of Jame’s Newman’s books but this one has a flavor all of its own. In nodding to past genres, he has created one all of his own.

This book could very well be set in Pattaya.

Read Fun City: Punch today.


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