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D.A. Blyler may very well be a modern-day Hunter S. Thompson. It would be hard to tell however, since Blyler resides on the fringes of society and, at 34, is just getting started. Maybe Blyler is ahead of his time and one day the Tyvek-wearing neo-Luddites of the future will look to Blyler’s rantings and adventures and set off on astro-powered Vespa scooters to recreate the expatriate's life in a made-for-television-movie.
In the meantime, be glad to know Blyler is very much alive and reveling in the world of letters on a banana plantation in Thailand. There he occasionally teaches English as a Second Language and more often scours the crowded streets of Thailand for eclectic bars, brothels, and cuisine in hopes of finding the true meaning of life.
FrictionMagazine sits down with D.A. Blyler to see what's on his mind. Download the interview. You will need Acrobat Reader. Get it here.
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Check out D.A. Blyler's debut novel, Steffi's Club.
Look for an excerpt in Friction Magazine Issue 1.
Or buy Steffi's Club here.
Read Marcus Reichert's review of Steffi's Club.
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