A murder on an isolated estate belonging to a reclusive, eccentric concert pianist leads to a terrorist plot threatening Thailand and Asia. But the MacGuffin-like plot almost makes the outlandish parts of the story irrelevant. Only at the end, does the terror threat come storming back into events. Otherwise, the reader has much more interest in private eye Vincent Calvino's disintegrating relationship with his secretary, a best friend who is a colonel in the Thai police, and a university trained veterinarian who has elected to take care of goats and make cheese on the pianist's "farm." Throw into the mix a one-time bargirl turned scuba diving instructor turned nun as well as at the end an MIT educated Thai female construction engineer and you have a vague idea of what is going on.
It's always vague with Moore, because of the convoluted, complex nature of his stories. What's news here is he swaps out Bangkok for the seaside "resort" of Pattaya. Calvino must work against the clock to save the city (if you've ever been there, you might wonder why). In so structuring it this way, Pattaya should have much in common with an action thriller. There is a little of that, but it's still mostly character under examination, as in most Calvino novels. Very little lag troubles this novel, as Moore finally hits on the idea of how to advance the story at just about every juncture. This isn't one of his "serious" works, but it ends up being more effective in generating circumspection, I think, than do those heavy handed philosophically laden serious novels. It really is more effective allowing characters to carry meaning than deliberately inject motivating ideas directly into the dialog and musings of those same people.