With Thailand preparing for the ASEAN Summit of 2015, the welfare of visitors to the so-called Land of Smiles has become a major issue. Every day tourists are bashed, robbed, drugged and murdered; many of these incidents going unreported in the press. <br><br>European, Australian, American and Chinese governments have all warned Thailand that the welfare of their citizens while on Thai soil has become an issue of major concern.<br><br>Not For Publication is the final novella of The Twilight Soi series which relate how an unlikely but commonplace story of a foreigner being robbed and deceived in Thailand became a national and international incident. The works, which have their origins in the City of Black Eyed Angels aka Bangkok, use a sociological technique called participant observation to explore the corrupt liaisons between the city's go-go bars, the mafia, the police and government officials. As well, written in a style somewhere between reportage and memoir, the books tell a deeply personal but all too common a story of a foreign tourist getting into trouble in the heady but treacherous atmosphere of the so-called Land of Smiles.
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William John Stapleton. Not for Publication
KILLING A BANGKOK STORY
A CLAP OF LAUGHTER
CONCERN FOR WELFARE
THE GLUE SNIFFERS OF KATHMANDU
THE HOME OF CABARET
DISENTANGLING THE CORRIDORS
ROKSI
THE EXIT SIGN
THE SKY IS HIGH
PHUKET
FREEZE FRAMED
KO SAMUI
“You'll be bashed if you ask the wrong person where a gay bar is,” a waiter warned in a nearby restaurant, offering himself up instead
THE DIFFERENCE
DEVILS AT PLAY
MOUNTAIN MAN
THE TWILIGHT CONSTELLATION
THE COLONEL
THE FINAL TOUR
DESTINY
SURVANABHUMI AIRPORT
THE END
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The best way to kill off a story is to starve it of oxygen. Michael did his best. He failed.
And then he did his worst.
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Michael knew he was constantly monitored, swarms of eyes. Spy cameras caught his every move inside the apartment. CTV and security cameras followed his every move outside, from the grim corridors of the ITF Tower, past the ATMS scattered through Bangkok’s streets and into the crowded, futuristic caverns of the city’s Sky Train. “American technology,” one man pointlessly observed. It wasn’t all American, and he didn’t care from whence the evil came.
Not all of the surveillance directed against him was hostile. Watchers watched the watched, the compassionate eyed the vindictive, but whatever their motive, the surveillance was a form of harassment in and of itself.
