These are "fan" letters I received between 1994 and 1997.I keep them for the same reason Buddhist monks meditate staring at photographs of dead and decomposing corpses. "Ego deniers" my meditation teacher called them.
January 18, 1997
Sanctimonious Steve:
Soon there will be a third reason, apart from pollution and inflation, of not returning to Phuket and that is Steve Ross's (sic) holier than thou column in the Phuket Gazette.
He and Ms. Criswell are also parasites living off the sex industry that we "European rejects" support and their snide remarks are getting quite boring. We know what we are paying for and prefer the Asian deal to the battle of the sexes raging in Europe and the U.S.
I think it is time the Burma Heroines at Talang are replaced by two female sex workers, one on her knees and one on her back.
Finally I should like to point out to Mr. Ross (sic) who boasts of his knowledge of Thai culture dire future of the fruits of his legalized lust will have in a Thailand heading for an economic meltdown.
Peter Pan
And when it was pointed out to him that Steve Rosse and Iris Criswell were one person:
February 19, 1997
Bist du meshugge mensch? Of course I should have recognized the Philip Roth of Phuket, obsessed with zaftigh shiksas. Please do us all a favor and return to Haifa-on-the-Hudson, the capitol of schlock, A.S.A.P.
Peter Pan
This one was addressed to Iris Criswell in 1996.
Hi! Your merciless denigration of your less fortunate Thai sisters who have to sell themselves for socioeconomic reasons even a dumb Eurobitch like you should be able to comprehend by now (and us "victims") leads me to believe you are suffering from advanced penis-envy (ugly men can buy sex, ugly women can't). This could be cured by repeated sessions (give me head till I'm dead) on my couch for a modest fee.
Sigmund F.
March 21, 1997, a letter in response to a letter I sent to a guy who sent me a letter.
Dear Steve:
Please forgive me for not replying to your letter sooner but I did experience some difficulty in translation, as did the other people I showed it to.
However, I think I am smart enough to realise that it was a rather roundabout and obtuse attempt to 'put me down' in some way and make me feel a little foolish. Also, you apparently consider yourself to be some kind of literary 'guru'. I would like, therefore, to acquaint you with the following facts.
I was both a professional cricketer and footballer and also enjoyed some success as an amateur boxer. I am also the holder of several patents and was a nominee for the Australian Achievement Awards in 1984 amongst other things.
What I am saying is, the things I say I have done I have actually done and are documented so I have no need to bullshit about myself now or at any other time. You conclude your letter by asking 'how would I feel about that?'
Well Steve, let me say that I feel the same kind of sadness I feel for anyone who has lost their way and can no longer tell the difference between stupidity and humour. Should you ever have occasion to correspond with me again, please try to find the courage to speak honestly and clearly and not attempt to hide your feelings behind some convoluted, juvenile claptrap.
Yours Sincerely, Graeme Monaghan
A fragment of a full-page, single-spaced, unsigned rant from 1995:
I'm a reader, not a writer: literary jock-sniffers make me drink too fast. When I couldn't take the Post any more, I switched to The Nation about six months ago. I gradually grew accustomed to your column and, of a Sunday morning while waiting for the aspirin to kick in, even came to look forward to the faint whiff of bleeding-heart anarchism. I, for one, appreciate the cultural tight-rope in the column. You are on to something there. The wife and the kid, the farang who use their culture vacuum to wipe their asses with. The Thai who do the same. The prose is usually clean, the emotion controlled, the characterization nice and concise with some good indirect lighting. You should not apologize for a fairly decent joke directed at fucking idiots. I've been coming here for 30 years and, in the pure self-interest of preserving a certain Sunday morning hangover dispersion technique, I would just like to leave you with an old American Zen expression which lies deep within our sacred tradition: Fuck 'Em.
February 27, 1995
Dear Editor:
I am writing re the article of YOUR MISTER STEVE ROSS in the October issue. I am one of the unattractive or as he options emotionally crippled men (on page six column 2 lit 3). During my over twelve years in Phuket I have noticed the Rich and Beautiful as well as the UGLY and CRIPPLES. Either of them may have a fulfilled live behind them. HAVING WORKED HARD FOR 45 OR MORE YEARS DIGGING NUMBER 9 COAL IN THE MINE and most often taken care of a family. Even though or because of it: being unattractive or cripples. BUT THEY ARE HUMAN BEINGS. Not so Mr. Steve Ross. He murders them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It takes a Mr. Steve Ross, whose creators must come from EAST ALTZHEIM ON THE WESTBANK, TO INVENT SUCH INSULTS. It takes a Mr. Steve Ross, who may suffer the Dahmer's DNA Syndrom (sic) to add insult to injury. SACK him before he is doing more damage (to Thailand) than good. And before that, let him apologize on the front page for the injustice done and let him buy a one way ticket. Nobody needs people like Steve Ross. (I don't either, though we know each other, thus remaining anonymous is understandable).
Thanks,
YOUR UGLY CRIPLLED OLD CRACKER
The address line automatically added by his fax machine gave his name as Werner Asper. I did not know anybody by that name.
From 1996, and from the woman described in "The Out of Towners" (somebody must have sent her the column):
The light dawns! I understand… You're jealous! How amusing. That's why you continue to make these assumptions about us, because they apply to you! You poor, pathetic, little, gnome. We can live in the U.S. anytime we choose. We could've, also, stayed in that backwater you're stuck in, and chose not to. That's what's killing you, isn't it? Unlike you schmucks, who marry Thai women, or get stuck with the infamous "Thai business partner", we were able to leave.
I wondered what the hell your motive could be, to answer a polite and complimentary, postcard, with rude, and obnoxious, bile, but your last message, clued me in. You are not only stuck and pathetic, You're childish, too!
What with the perfect weather, inexpensive housing, excellent schools, incredible food, and the fact that we have residency (she means in Mexico-ed.), we've really nothing to be sad about. But you do, don't ya, Sport? Well, whereas, you don't have my respect, you do have my sympathy.
Buena Suerte, you obviously need it.
Sincerely, Beth.
November 3, 1995 fragments of a two-page, single-spaced rant that shows a shocking lack of understanding of human anatomy:
I have read several issues of your Phuket Gazette and must respond to writer Steve Rosse, who I have also had the discomfort of reading in an occasional Bangkok newspaper.
Steve Rosse needs to get a life, get out of his cups and hide a way bars, get out of Thailand and get real. This man is not living on our planet and your occasional invitation for him to leave his droppings on your monthly sheet is not enough justification for his waste. His recent column grouping stinking fish with three day old tourists is an insult to the visitors to Thailand who love the people, love the country and would love to live there, if they could easily break the ties of their lackluster stressed out lives in other parts of the world.
He intimates that every beach is loaded with "bimbo's" who parade their "glands" shows his ignorance and cynicism of attractive women who not only enjoy sunning in Thailand's marvelous year round climate, but who bear breasts that are "muscles", not glands. Where does this Steve Rosse come from? Because he has a Thai wife and has lived there long enough to criticize everything that comes before his screen, doesn't qualify him for intelligence, sense or logical thinking. Rosse is grouching through a planet that never ceases to show him how stupid, uncaring, conscienceless the "other guy" is.
Get him out of Phuket and out of Thailand he's been interred too long and turned into more than a "four day old carp" to use his words, more like a five year entombed alligator. Rosse doesn't understand the "real" falangs. He's developed his own brand of Thai-onizm, better known as "Rosse Unrealism".
Do the Phuket Gazette readers a service. Send Rosse home. Reject his other-planet, unreal people stories. He doesn't deserve beautiful Thailand. Get him back on a real street. Perhaps leave his Thai wife, so she can get back to the real culture, without this cynical, down in the dumps, things will never get better, unreal falang.
(signed)
Alex West
From a postcard in 1996:
Rosse:
You suck.
Not A. Fan
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November 3, 2008, 01:52
I made two huge mistakes with my Thailand experience that can not be undone now. Maybe my example will keep others from making the same mistakes. Number one I did not take a record photo of every woman who gave me some of her time. A feel this as a huge loss.
And number two I did not print out and store in three ring binders every email I received regarding my writing. Again a loss.