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Definitely
More Fred...
"Oprah? I remember her," said Uncle
Hant reflectively. "Looks like five
hundred pounds of bear liver in a plastic
bag?"
So go the essays in A Brass Pole in
Bangkok, sometimes wildly funny, sometimes
deadly serious, always merciless in their
unmasking of the pretenses and charlatans
of society. Fred, a former Marine,
subscribes to no ideology ("an ideology is
just a systematic way of misunderstanding
the world") but exuberantly wreaks havoc
on practically everything, and delights in
everything else: the psychotherapy
swindle, squalling feminists, race
racketeers, damn fool wars, red-light
districts in Asia, and tequila fests in
Mexico, where he lives.
Why marry, he asks? And answers: "As a
young man full of dangerous steroids, your
answer will probably be, 'Ah, because her
hair is like corn silk under an August
moon; her lips are as rubies and her
teeth, pearls; and her smile would make a
dead man cry.' This amounts to, 'I'm
horny,' with elaborations."
Behind the folksy approach lie a great
deal of reading and thought by a man who
has spent a lifetime in journalism, much
of it overseas in places like Cambodia and
Taiwan, where you find the snake
butchers
but that is inside.
A
Brass Pole in Bangkok: A Thing I Aspire To
Be, by Fred Reed
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