Long-term Bangkok resident and former New Orleans cop Bob Turtledove has a knack for getting people out of difficult situations. So when a young man from Utah goes missing in Bangkok, his parents are soon knocking on Bob’s door...

An interesting reflection on the city, Osborne takes the reader to hidden corners of the city, introduces locals and foreigners, and generally writes a cohesive and well observed and well written, a must to have another dimension to understand...

When a US Marine is killed in Bangkok, the task of finding the murderer falls to Detective Sonchai Jitpleecheep, seemingly the only member of the Royal Thai Police Force whose idea of justice excludes the habitual bribe-taking practised by...

Detective Sonchai Jitpleecheep has seen just about everything on his beat in Bangkok’s crime-riddled District 8. But the terrifying snuff movie he’s been sent anonymously is something else: the person who dies is Damrong, the beautiful woman he once...

Beautifully written accounts of the people Eckhardt has met in Bangkok

Thailand is terrified. A sadistic serial killer has been abducting young innocents for his ritual horror and the authorities are clueless. Carl Engel is an enigma. The blunt Londoner has forged a thirty-year career as a private investigator amid...

The second in the series of Detective Sonchai Jitpleecheep . This takes the reader not only through Bangkok but to the area further south where there is a lot of unrest.

Set in New York City in 1863, this is a history of the city and its people, from the ground up. Through both fictional and historical characters, Quinn offers a perspective on New York City that doesn’t appear in...

07:45am. A monk lies dead in Snowdonia, a knife protruding from his throat. A young family is being held at gunpoint in a house in Wimbledon. The mission has begun. 08:56am. A London Underground train is stationary in a...

Don’t be fooled – Barcelona, with all its illustrious colour and exterior finery, hasn’t always been able to curb its darker yearnings. Blame it on a bubbling, repressive concoction made with a pinch of Church, a touch of Crown...