"After twenty years as a journalist in Hong Kong, ex-pat Englishman Adrian Gyle has very little to show for it. Evenings are whiled away with soup dumplings and tea at Fung Shing, the restaurant downstairs from his home on Java Road, that "most melancholystreet in the city, the street where the dead congregated." It is through these jaded eyes that Gyle watches the city around him--once overflowing with wine dinners and private members' clubs--erupt...