Liked It“I read Richard Mason's Suzie Wong for the first time during my first trip to Hong Kong. I was less lucky in finding a hooker who wanted to be my girlfriend than the protagonist Robert Lomax, but the book nonetheless was a great trip down the seedy lanes of Hong Kong past. I even referred to it in...” see full review » see other reviews » |
“I think the most romantic book i have read. I would love to visit this country and see the places described in the book. An easy good read that gives an insight of the life of locals, expats and attitudes toward each other( at that particular time of course)”
ladylouth l wrote this review Sunday, January 6 2008. ( reply | permalink ) Was this review helpful? Yes | No“I read Richard Mason's Suzie Wong for the first time during my first trip to Hong Kong. I was less lucky in finding a hooker who wanted to be my girlfriend than the protagonist Robert Lomax, but the book nonetheless was a great trip down the seedy lanes of Hong Kong past. I even referred to it in a travel article I penned about today's Wan Chai girls:
DAY 6: I give the Island another chance and take the night ferry across the harbor to the north end’s older and seedier nightspot, the infamous Wan Chai. Recall it is where Richard Mason penned his 1950’s tale of forbidden love, “The World Of Suzie Wong,” though a lot has changed since he wrote “take a minute’s stroll from the center and you won’t see a European.” The pick-up bars still line the road, yum-yum girls luring passersby into their neon-lit dens, but these are the illegitimate daughters of Suzie Wong, not of Chinese but Thai dissent, wearing not elegant silk cheongsams but cheap miniskirts raised to immodest heights. And unlike the kindly ladies of the Nam Kok Hotel, these modern-day working girls are vicious, mercenary, cold. When a group of obviously disappointed white boys emerge from one venue exclaiming, “In Thailand they take off ALL their clothes,” the brown-skinned door girl in plastic go-go boots is quick to shout back, “Then go to Thailand!” Further down Lockhart I follow a couple of older Europeans primed with drink and flirting heavily with a lovely bouquet of girls looking for generous company. After making their arrangements, one of the men leans on me and confides, “Wy mife, I mean my wife, thinks I’m *HICCUP* at a conference.” The remaining girls give this poor writer a cursory glance then quickly cross the street away from me.”