“THE BIG MANGO is a full-blown work. There’s no room for improvement. It’s as good as it gets.”
—The Bangkok Post
$400,000,000 is in the wind, the result of a bungled CIA operation to grab the Bank of Vietnam’s currency reserves back when the Americans fled Saigon in 1975. A few decades later the word on the street is that those lost ten tons of currency all somehow ended up in Bangkok, and a downwardly mobile lawyer from California named Eddie Dare is the only guy left who might still have a shot at finding them.
Eddie knows nothing about the missing money. At least, he doesn’t think he does. But so many people claim he’s got an inside track that he and an old marine buddy named Winnebago Jones head for Bangkok anyway, and they plunge straight into the jagged netherworld of modern-day Thailand: a corkscrewed land where big-time criminals tango with small-time hustlers, villains on the lam mingle with politicians on the take, and the merely raffish jostle with the downright scary for center stage in the big leagues of weird.
From the Big Apple, to the Big Orange, to the Big Mango. You have to admit it has a kind of nutty logic to it. Bangkok is about as far from California as Eddie can go without sailing completely over the edge of the world, although at times he wonders if that isn’t exactly what he has done.