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...business and Hollywood. By the time police raided the outfit's offices in 2006, the war of words - and legal threats - had been years in the making. And no wonder. The three main defendants certainly have Hoffman's flair for the dramatic, and more than a share of the late Yippie leader's propensity to stick it in the eye of the establishment. The site proudly displays its amassed correspondence from corporate lawyers who have written by the dozen to give notice of copyright infringement. Take this response in 2004 to complaints by the U.S.-based gaming software giant Entertainment...
...writer has swallowed all of Singapore, from its stately colonial bungalows to its once opium-infested slums, with the verve and wit of the late J.G. Farrell, whose 1978 saga The Singapore Grip remains the great Singapore novel. From its opening passages Farrell signals the vastness of his literary ambition - and then brilliantly brings it off in the ensuing 500-odd pages. "When you staggered outside into the sweltering night," he writes of Singapore, "you would have been able to inhale that incomparable smell of incense, of warm skin, of meat cooking in coconut oil, of money and frangipani...
...Farrell's pungent aroma still fleetingly hovers over today's city, once you escape its air-conditioned malls, but it was more powerful in the late 1930s, when the novel is set. The story sprawls around the family of Walter Blackett, a wealthy British businessman who is clinging, with increasingly comic desperation, to the old colonial order as his beloved city lurches toward World War II. Around the bungalows of Tanglin his tempestuous daughter is conducting love affairs with variously unsuitable men, his son is proving too unreliable to inherit the family firm Blackett & Webb, and his business partner, once...
...great extent Webb's, are still around. Tanglin is where the moneyed still live, in jungle-shrouded black-and-white bungalows. The "marmoreal banks" of Collyer Quay are there too, even if their employees no longer take mid-morning tiffin or quit for a game of tennis in the late afternoon, as Blackett did. So is the Cricket Club, where around the teak-paneled bar titans of business are becalmed by an early evening beer. (See pictures of Denver, Beer Country...
...where the less privileged toil, is also alive in the city. One can still hear the sound of mahjong tiles under a creaky ceiling fan, slurp down a steaming mug of milky tea and catch sight of a skeletal old man hoisting crates onto a waiting ship. Unlike the late '30s, when poor immigrants remained huddled around the city's port, these sights and smells are scattered across Singapore in thousands of hawker centers, provision shops, public-housing estates and factories...