By Russell Banks
A pogo stick brings a curse down upon a Hmong village . . .
Laos, 1977. Dr. Siri Paiboun, the spry seventy-three-year-old reluctant nationwide coroner of Laos, is on his long ago from a Communist get together assembly whilst he's ambushed on a jungle path and abducted through seven lady Hmong villagers. His merely path to freedom is to exorcise the village of its demon--a job he has no inspiration the right way to accomplish--and in doing so he brings to cross the prediction of Auntie Bpoo, a transvestite fortune teller. in the meantime, again in Vientiane, Nurse Dtui and Dr. Siri's fiancée are on their lonesome to trace down the murderer who's purpose on wiping out the mortuary staff.
Exploding corpses, zombie muggers, and a geriatric gun fight--just one other day on the Laos nationwide morgue.
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