bangkok wakes to rain by pitchaya sudbanthad

Ghosts haunt this novel, even the ghosts of buildings, like the ancient tile-roofed house preserved within the lobby of a gleaming new skyscraper where some of the book’s characters will live (and at least one will die).

A woman my age needs her sound sleep.” But the assignment to exorcise them raises a ghost from Clyde’s past that won’t be stilled. They visit me in my dreams, and I’m tired of it. In another, an American jazz musician called Crazy Legs Clyde is summoned to a woman’s estate to play piano because a medium, she tells him, “counts twenty or so spirits in the pillar. Sudbanthad draws a subtle but achingly lovely account of their courtship, born of the hopeful spirit of the protests-then pivots to a shocking conclusion. In one, a young Thai man named Siripohng, who has come to the city to attend university, meets a woman named Nee during the massive student demonstrations in 1973. Many are stories of loss and of survival. But as those seemingly unconnected stories accumulate, so do the threads that join them. In its early chapters, the book reads like a collection of short stories linked only by their relationship to Bangkok: A nameless woman walks through its bustling streets in the present an American doctor more than 100 years ago struggles to decipher its overwhelmingly foreign culture a Thai photographer living in Los Angeles in the 1970s visits his ailing father in London a woman running a Thai restaurant in Japan finds herself threatened by Thailand’s politics.

In his debut novel, a writer born in Thailand and now living in New York creates a portrait of Bangkok that sweeps across a century and a teeming cast of characters yet shines with exquisite detail.

Bangkok wakes to rain by pitchaya sudbanthad