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Thierry Cruvellier, author of Master of Confessions: The Making Of A Khmer Rouge Torturer, examines an engima He was born in 1942 in the small rural village of Choyaot, in the populous rice belt province of Kampong Thom, where his parents gave him the name Kaing Guek Eav. In his...

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Bard for life

THURSDAY 17 |Bored with w  conventional poetry recitals so snobbish almost no one in the audience was listening, Chicago-born Marc Kelly Smith – a self-described socialist who had been writing verse since the age of 19 – executed a dramatic ‘up yours’ to the literary...
Posted On Apr 11, 2014
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Victim of history

Thierry Cruvellier, author of Master of Confessions: The Making Of A Khmer Rouge Torturer, examines an engima He was born in 1942 in the small rural village of Choyaot, in the populous rice belt province of Kampong Thom, where his parents gave him the name Kaing Guek Eav. In his...

Get your freak on

I’ve just met Mit Jai Inn and am sitting in a bar next to the river trying to digest the rich and curious contents this equal parts peculiar and wise artist from Chang Mai is transmitting. Mit is someone who can be truly inspiring if you pay attention to what’s behind his...
Posted On Apr 11, 2014
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Penh-dacity II: Bong, James Bong (Apr 10)

Desmond, an accidental English-language expat, keeps himself afloat in Phnom Penh by sleeping above a bar called Snuck. His boss just walked in, in the company of a man with several slightly different names. Now read on for the second part of our new fiction series by Guilermo...

Guilty pleasures

Last year my nephew was expelled from school for shaving his head on a field trip to Cheese World. If you’ve not been it’s a forlorn assemblage of derelict teat-suckers and an actual stuffed cow, clustered round a diorama of Sumerians inventing feta. At the end, for the class...

A drink to ruins

The Mansion – that musty, dusty, derelict French colonial behind the FCC – has for years teased the city with the promise of opening on a full-time basis. As a watering hole, it’s easily one of Southeast Asia’s most distinctive. Pockmarked with history and scarred with Jesus...
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Little Japan

It felt as though I was walking the back streets of Osaka, when really I was smack dab in the centre of Street 63. Dim lighting. Traditional Japanese exteriors. From the street, their names were almost obscured; what they served, a complete mystery. One curious day, we pushed...

Bard for life

THURSDAY 17 |Bored with w  conventional poetry recitals so snobbish almost no one in the audience was listening, Chicago-born Marc Kelly Smith – a self-described socialist who had been writing verse since the age of 19 – executed a dramatic ‘up yours’ to the literary...
Posted On Apr 11, 2014
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Lunar ticks

TUESDAY 15 |Full moon? Check. Beach? Check. Party? Don’t ask stupid questions. Flee the capital for a night and let DJs Simon C Vent, Funkelastiks, Flo, Egospell and Wez-T take you on a sonic EDM trip to the tiny isle of Koh Rong Saloeum. Tickets cost $25 and the boat leaves...
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The banality of Evil

SUNDAY 13 |When veteran director Werner Herzog describes a film as the most “powerful, surreal and frightening in at least a decade”, you know you’d better steel your nerves before the opening credits start to roll. The Act Of Killing, for which Herzog later signed on as...
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Age of sharing

SATURDAY 12 |Once upon a time, or 2001 to be exact, the Dutchman behind The Flicks Community Movie Houses in Phnom Penh wasn’t known as the godfather of couch surfing. Global media had yet to brand him ‘The world’s biggest freeloader’ (he still prefers ‘economic refugee’) and the...
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Punk’s not dead

FRIDAY 11 & 12|Ian Anderson, bleached-blond frontman from Stiff Little Punks and Lazy Drunks, is back! During the ‘80s, before he quit the UK, Anderson’s Leicester-based band Crazyhead had opened for none other than Iggy Pop, The Cult, the Ramones and the Sex Pistols. Singer...
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My brother’s killer

FRIDAY 11 |Kerry Hamill was 27 when he wrote his last journal entry from his yacht Foxy Lady in August 1978. The eldest son of a tight-knit New Zealand family, he – along with fellow travellers Stuart Glass, a Canadian, and John Dewhirst from England – would within weeks join the...
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In gods we trust

TUESDAY 8 | Filmed in Cambodia, France and England, director Alan Canner’s The Cross And The Bodhi Tree explores Christian encounters with Buddhism by interweaving the bustle and antiquities of Buddhist Cambodia with the serenity of an English convent. The documentary depicts the...
Posted On Apr 06, 2014
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Penh-dacity II: Bong, James Bong (Apr 4)

Desmond, an accidental English-language expat, approximately Gen WTF, came to Phnom Penh to work at an NGO that went belly-up while he was in the air, and he now keeps himself afloat in the city, day after day, week after week, without really knowing how. After borrowing too much...
Posted On Apr 04, 2014
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A jolt of sweetness

In the caffeine-saturated district of BKKI, Artease serves as something of a contrarian. The menu is stacked with teas: bubble, milk, hot, cold and otherwise. From 0% sugar to 100% overdose, teas come in sealed plastic cups or steaming mugs, from Earl Grey to herbal to French...
Posted On Apr 04, 2014
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Guilty Pleasures: Vacation

Dear mid-life wanderer, Please cast your mind back to 1974. It was a watershed year for spangly swingin’ Swedes Abba and a ruinous two fingers up for that jowly trickster Nixon. Mustard was the new avocado, since black hadn’t been invented yet. If you weren’t born, and/or you’re...

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