my favorite travel writers, the ones who inspired me in my journeys and career, set their most important works in early- to mid-20th-century Southeast Asia. To provide convincing backdrops for their tales of lost men and women, ethical crises, and the visible dissolution of empire, Somerset Maugham, Joseph Conrad and Graham Greene spent months on ships, trains, and even mule (in the case of Maugham, from Mandalay to Chiang Mai). They suffered, they kept journals, then they holed up in grand pre-war hotels, recovering from the rigors of the road with a steady flow of gin and English tea while hacking notes into narrative.
Their fellow guests were statesmen, explorers, spies, world-weary socialites, con artists—enticing material for juicy characters. These early hotels in Bangkok, Rangoon, Singapore, Hong Kong, Hanoi, Siem…
