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Thursday, 30 January 2014

Year of the Horse

No, this isn’t about equestrianism or westerns, though it could be… Tonight, all round the world, Chinese will be wearing red and celebrating New Year. Currently, it’s the year of the snake. At midnight tonight, we’ll enter the year of the horse.



‘Seeing is easy, learning is hard’ – old Chinese proverb.

I might abhor the Chinese predilection for medicines that require powdered rhino horn and the slaughter of endangered species, but there is still much to admire in their ancient culture, their resilience in the face of a traumatic history, and their ability to innovate.

The Middle Kingdom, Zhongguo or Tschin or Da Qin – the People’s Republic of China is the third-largest nation in the world in land area and has the largest population. It has the longest continuously recorded history and has given the world some of the most significant scientific and technological inventions.

‘Everything in the past died yesterday; everything in the future was born today.’ – wisdom of Kung Fu master.
 
According to the world view of ancient China, the Middle Kingdom lay precisely below the centre of the firmament. The further you were from here, the lower in the cosmic hierarchy. The unfortunate people and cultures living on the dark peripheries of the earth were considered barbarians. Until more enlightened times, the westerners thought much the same about the far east.

‘In painting the tiger, you may delineate his skin but not his bones; in your acquaintance with a man, you may know his face but not his heart.’ - wisdom of Kung Fu master.

It was supposedly Napoleon who warned, ‘Let her sleep, for when she wakes, she will shake the world’, alluding to China. As we know, in recent years there’s been no doubt that China is wide awake, an already formidable power for the new millennium, intent on perhaps dominating world commerce. This is a remarkable transformation for such an ancient country that has historically focused inward.

‘Read a few more books and talk a little less.’ – Chang Chao.

Perhaps the dark days under Mao are now merely shadows in the past. It’s too early to say.

I’ll conclude with a jewel of a truism from the Inscription on the temple of Everlasting Harmony: ‘A gem is not polished without rubbing nor a man perfected without trials.’ I think this can be applied to real individuals, male and female, as well as characters in our fiction.

Happy New Year!
 
 
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Sunday, 26 January 2014

Newspaper catches up with Writealot blog

Daily Mail, Saturday, 25 January. ‘William’s war on the rhino butchers’ by Andrew Malone, in South Africa.

It’s a well written, harrowing article about the plight of the rhino, despite the brave efforts of rangers.  The forces of evil are not only the killers, but the crime syndicates – notably the Chinese mafia, many of them permanently based in South Africa. Sadly, demand in the Far East is booming for rhino horns, which supposedly can cure impotence, cancer and Aids. Clearly, trades description laws don’t apply there… In Vietnam, the affluent believe taking rhino horn powder protects their livers so they can drink alcohol to excess without damage! Maybe they should check with their doctors first.

As Andrew Malone points out, the horn isn’t magical at all. It is simply compressed keratin – the same protein found in human hair and nails. So those duped individuals in the Far East would obtain just as much benefit from chewing or drinking powdered clippings from their own toenails.

It seems to me that the fight is not only against the poachers, the syndicates, and the traders, all who get rich, but also against the closed minds that believe in the ‘magical’ properties of rhino horn.
 
Where does Prince William come in? Next month he will attend and support a conference in Downing Street on the illegal wildlife trade on behalf of United for Wildlife. The £12billion trade in this illegal trade is presently just behind drug, gun and people smuggling in terms of illegal earnings; and of course these international crimes feed into each other.

See my blog 'more valuable than gold or cocaine' here


‘Tons of confiscated ivory will be burned’ – Hong Kong

According to the International New York Times, 24 January, Hong Kong intends to destroy 95% of one of Asia’s major hoards of confiscated ivory. China is understood to be the world’s biggest end-market for poached ivory. Twenty-eight tons of ivory held by the HK authorities is to be incinerated, beginning this year – though it will take one or two years to complete the job. One ton of the stockpile will be retained ‘for legitimate uses, such as enforcement and education’ – Reuters.

Also see my blog 'China tackles illegal ivory trade' here 

I make no apology for returning to this subject, a subject which forms the core of my book 
Blood of the Dragon Trees:

(excerpt)

Andrew raised a hand in surrender. ‘I wasn’t joking when I said I was into conservation, you know.’

            Laura spread more paste on her chunk of bread, studying his lips, waiting.

            ‘I’m working for CITES.’

            ‘What’s that, an eco-friendly building firm?’

            ‘Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species.’

            Endangered species, she thought, that’s worthy. She swallowed and sighed. ‘I’m not much wiser. What endangered species does Tenerife have that needs protecting?’

            ‘Beautiful teachers?’

            She felt her cheeks redden and sipped her glass of Dorada, on-tap lager beer. ‘Stick to the confession, Andrew.’

            He sipped his black coffee, annoyingly taking his time. ‘Jalbala works with me. We’ve been assigned here as Tenerife seems to be a conduit, one of many, for transporting certain forbidden items derived from endangered species.’

            ‘You know, you talk like a politician at times. What do you mean, “certain forbidden items”?’

            ‘CITES banned more than eight hundred – yes, eight hundred – species. And the trade in another 30,000 items is controlled worldwide.’

            ‘You still haven’t told me what your “items” are.’ Despite herself, she found that her tone was bordering on exasperation.

            ‘I’ll give you a few for-instances, then.’

            ‘That would be helpful,’ she said. ‘I could do with a few for-instances right now.’

            ‘Tigers are being hunted to extinction, but I’m sure you know that.’

            Condescending swine, she thought, and nodded.

‘Well, tiger bone is supposed to help rheumatism. The poor animal’s nose is used for treating epilepsy and its brain gets rid of pimples and cures laziness!’

            ‘You’re kidding me, aren’t you?’ She lowered her Dorada glass, and licked the foam off her upper lip. ‘This is the twenty-first century, you know.’

            He shook his head and said ruefully, ‘I wish I was kidding. Believe it or not, Chinese stores in UK sell this banned stuff – and a lot more besides. And similar shops exist throughout Europe.’

She put out a hand and rested it on Andrew’s. ‘That’s absolutely awful. Maybe they’re only wild animals, but they’re beautiful creatures and don’t deserve to be slaughtered for idiotic reasons like removing pimples!’

            Andrew sighed. ‘If it were only so simple. For over a thousand years, the poor old tiger has been known for its supposed healing powers – pills, creams, plasters, powders in traditional Chinese medicines. And it’s not just tigers they rely on for their medicines: leopard and rhino are slaughtered to pander to their needs.’

            ‘I know the rhino isn’t the most attractive of creatures, but even I have heard that the white rhino is close to extinction.’ She smiled, gazing into memory. ‘Their babies, like the hippos, are cute, just miniatures of their parents…’

            ‘Cute doesn’t cut it where big money’s involved, Laura. Not so long ago, 150 rhino horns, valued at over two million pounds, were seized in a couple of London lock-ups.’

            ‘I see,’ she said soberly. ‘That’s a lot of money.’

            He nodded, eyes sad. ‘The tip of the iceberg.’
 
Blood of the Dragon Trees – pp64-67

See my blog 'endangered species' here
 
The Kindle e-book Blood of the Dragon Trees
can be purchased (Amazon.com) here or (Amazon.co.uk) here

Sunday, 19 January 2014

More valuable than gold or cocaine

Last year, there was an increase of over 50% from the previous year. If this is a symptom of an improvement in the global economy, it’s a tragic one. We’re not discussing manufactured goods, as such, but rhino horns. A record 1,004 rhinos were poached – slaughtered – for their horns in South Africa.

Worth £40,000 a kilo in Asia, the rhino horn is more valuable than platinum, gold or cocaine. In Asia it’s used as an ingredient in traditional medicines. The newly affluent population of China and Vietnam can, seemingly, afford these so-called medicines.
 
Some figures for illegal kills of rhino in South Africa:

2011 – 448

2012 – 668

2013 – 1004

So, in three years, that’s 2120 less rhino to tread the earth.

South Africa has most of the world’s population of rhino – some 20,000. At that rate of criminal attrition, there’ll be no rhino left in 25 years or so… The majority of the killings take place in Kruger National Park. The rangers there are now sending drones to patrol above the park so that they can scramble crack armed units by helicopter when poachers are sighted.

An excerpt:
Stealthily, Jalbala hurried to a window and cautiously peered in.

            His heart leaped. This was it! There were easily fifty people working on three different kinds of production line, each section partitioned by waist-high boards. Several machines were grinding rhino horn, the fine powder being deposited into receptacles moving on a conveyor belt. Other machines were slicing up elephant tusks. Beyond, at the head of a conveyor belt, were assembled labelled jars in serried ranks; these were being filled with measures of fine powder.

Another section was crammed with boxes of cut tusk, where four elderly men speedily and expertly carved ornate three-dimensional figures – erotic couples, exotic animals, Buddhas, Chinese bridges and fishermen.

- Blood of the Dragon Trees, p199
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A recent 5-STAR review:
I really enjoyed this fascinating novel. Action packed with many twists and turns, it's a compelling read, heavily concerning two atrocious crimes that have only recently been uncovered here in the UK. Set on the idyllic holiday island of Tenerife, the novel exposes how illegal traders in endangered species and also human trafficking thrive on making a massive fortune from their disgusting activities there.

Who would ever think, least of all the heroine, Laura Reid, when she takes up her attractive post teaching the young twins, Maria and Ricardo Chavez, that these unthinkable goings-on actually exists on the lovely Canary Islands? Or that she would unsuspectingly become involved with such atrocities when she meets Andrew Kirby and his pal Jalbala. But then as the story begins to unfold it soon becomes evident that logistically in many ways these islands are ideally located for it.

Nik Morton has woven a masterfully written fictional story based on these appalling facts - a thriller and romance rolled into one that draws you in with plenty of suspense and fast paced action. Each chapter ends with a hook leading you eagerly on to the next. The characters and all the location settings on the island are colourfully realised. The author, who clearly knows Tenerife well, gets it absolutely right. Not once did I feel that all the research that must have gone into writing such an emotive and gripping thriller becomes too obvious.

I congratulate Nik Morton on this gripping page turner, which culminates in a very exciting and satisfying ending. Highly recommended. – Jan Warburton, author of The Secret etc…

Monday, 2 December 2013

Torn from the news – ‘endangered species’

Spanish Eye contains 22 cases from Leon Cazador, half-English, half-Spanish private eye.  Its just been published by Crooked Cat Publishing.

The vast majority of these cases are based on true events…  The short story ‘Endangered Species’ was first published in magazine format in 2006: here is a very brief excerpt:

Endangered Species

 “She ensures you get the best product
your money can buy.”

He had large eyes, big ears and, surprisingly, his middle finger was very long on each hand.

“He looks cute,” I said, lowering the photograph of the little aye-aye. His hair was black, and he had a long bushy tail. His eyes seemed to be expressing surprise at finding himself in a cage rather than the diminishing rainforests of Madagascar. Perhaps the daylight conditions affected him, too, which wasn’t strange really, as his kind is nocturnal. “But,” I added, shaking my head in mock concern, “my fiancée wants something a bit more exotic. Know what I mean?”

“A pity, Señor Santos, because we have many aye-ayes.” Lazaro Perez shrugged his broad shoulders as if the fate of his primates was of little concern to him.

It was a hot day, as usual, and we were glad of the air-conditioning in the roadside bar. Condensation formed little globules on the sides of our small glasses of Mahou beer. The plates had recently contained tasty tapas but were now empty, save for the odd breadcrumb.

Brushing a few crumbs off the table, Perez slid across another colour photograph. “This, I think, will be more to your fiancée’s taste, no?”

In times like these, I wondered what in my childhood had influenced me to lie so well. While I certainly had a lady close to my heart, I had no fiancée. My calling required that I adopted an alias from time to time, and as far as Perez and his business associates were concerned, I was Carlos Ortiz Santos, rather than my true self, Leon Cazador. What was one’s true self, though? I shook off such heavy introspective thoughts and studied the photograph.

*
For the rest, please read Spanish Eye

From time to time news reports echo the Cazador tales, and this is but one of them. According to some reports, the US is the third biggest market for products obtained from this illegal trade: every Chinatown is a magnet…

Yesterday, it was reported that Prince William stated, ‘Each one of us can help by raising our voices to support [the fight against this evil]. We have to be the generation that stopped the illegal wildlife trade.’ Next February, he and others will set up a summit to urge the governments of 50 countries to fight back. See my blog of ________________.

And here’s an excerpt from my book Blood of the Dragon Trees:

‘Tigers are being hunted to extinction,’ Andrew Kirby said, ‘but I’m sure you know that.’

            Condescending swine, Laura thought, and nodded.

‘Well, tiger bone is supposed to help rheumatism. The poor animal’s nose is used for treating epilepsy and its brain gets rid of pimples and cures laziness!’

            ‘You’re kidding me, aren’t you?’ She lowered her Dorada glass, and licked the foam off her upper lip. ‘This is the twenty-first century, you know.’

            He shook his head and said ruefully, ‘I wish I was kidding. Believe it or not, Chinese stores in UK sell this banned stuff – and a lot more besides. And similar shops exist throughout Europe.’

She put out a hand and rested it on Andrew’s. ‘That’s absolutely awful. Maybe they’re only wild animals, but they’re beautiful creatures and don’t deserve to be slaughtered for idiotic reasons like removing pimples!’

            Andrew sighed. ‘If it were only so simple. For over a thousand years, the poor old tiger has been known for its supposed healing powers – pills, creams, plasters, powders in traditional Chinese medicines. And it’s not just tigers they rely on for their medicines: leopard and rhino are slaughtered to pander to their needs.’

            ‘I know the rhino isn’t the most attractive of creatures, but even I have heard that the white rhino is close to extinction.’ She smiled, gazing into memory. ‘Their babies, like the hippos, are cute, just miniatures of their parents…’

            ‘Cute doesn’t cut it where big money’s involved, Laura. Not so long ago, 150 rhino horns, valued at over two million pounds, were seized in a couple of London lock-ups.’

 
Spanish Eye paperback - UK here
Spanish Eye paperback Amazon com here

Spanish Eye uk kindle here

Spanish Eye Amazon com kindle here

Blood of the Dragon Trees uk paperback here

Blood of the Dragon Trees uk kindle here

Blood of the Dragon Trees Amazon com kindle here