Last night my wife and I finished watching The Serpent, a true crime
limited series that is now streaming on Netflix. We enjoyed the grim but fascinating crime series.
The series, which originally aired
on the BBC in the United Kingdom, covers the horrific story of Charles Sobhraj
(played by Tahar Rahim), a sociopathic conman and murderer who drugged, robbed and killed
perhaps 24 or more young hippie travelers in the 1970s as they passed through Thailand
and other countries.
With a stellar cast unknown to most Americans (I only recognized one British actor in the series) and exotic
locales, the series is compelling.
After watching the series, I went
to AbeBooks.com and purchased a copy of the book the series was based on, On
the Trail of the Serpent: The Epic Hunt for the Bikini Killer, by Richard Neville
and Julie Clark (seen in the below photo). I look forward to learning more
about this unrepentant murderer and thief.
Richard Neville died, but his
wife and co-author Julie Clark offers a piece at the Guardian on how they came
to write the book.
It
was 1977 and my boyfriend and I were working as journalists in New York. I was
23 and Richard Neville, who later became my husband, was 33. Richard, who had
already achieved notoriety in the UK with his anti-establishment Oz magazine,
was offered a contract to write a book about Charles Sobhraj, a young French
Vietnamese man who had just been arrested for murder after an international
manhunt.
Forever enterprising, the first thing Sobhraj had done after his
arrest was sell the rights to his life story to a Bangkok businessman, who sold
them on to Random House, who asked Richard to immediately get to Delhi. The
case would become a sensation, involving trickery, drugs, gems, gun running,
corruption, dramatic prison escapes and a glamorous female accomplice who was
photographed wearing big sunglasses and holding a fluffy dog. “Death Stalks the
Hippy trail!” read one headline.
It was our connection with the so called hippy trail that had
landed Richard the contract; the fact that crime reporting, and indeed the
world of crime, was alien to us had seemed of no consequence. We bundled
ourselves off to Delhi and landed ourselves in a moral quagmire.
In our hotel room we met with scarfaced crims bringing messages
from Sobhraj in Tihar prison. Richard speedily learned the arts of bribery and
corruption and arranged regular access to interview him. The first time we met
Sobhraj he was chained to a guard and shackled, but he welcomed us graciously.
(Did we really have to shake hands with him? Those hands had snapped necks.)
And so began our immersion in his psychopathic world.
You can read the rest of the piece via the below link:
On the Trail of The Serpent: the story behind the true crime classic | How I wrote | The Guardian
Note: I visited Southeast Asia in 1970-1971 while serving on an
aircraft carrier during the Vietnam War. Sobhraj didn’t try to victimize
American soldiers or sailors for two reasons. One, a missing American
serviceman would bring heat, and two, an American serviceman, even drugged, would have kicked
his ass.